The Irish Pub Is Dead, Long Live the Irish Pub
For as long as the Irish have lived in New York, so, too, have their bars.
- story: Leslie Pariseau
- photos: Eric Medsker
For as long as the Irish have lived in New York, so, too, have their bars.
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