Don’t Grow Up, Go to Stumble Inn
For a generation of New Yorkers grappling with arrested development, one bro-bar empire became a common refuge.
- story: Aaron Goldfarb
- photo: Eric Medsker
For a generation of New Yorkers grappling with arrested development, one bro-bar empire became a common refuge.
The story behind the San Francisco restaurant’s larger-than-life, reclining figure.
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