Mc Sorley’s is arguably New York’s most famous bar, and certainly its most celebrated. Rooted on E. 7th Street since before the Civil War, Lincoln visited it, John Sloan painted it, E.E. Cummings versified it and Joseph Mitchell chronicled it. Every square inch of the sawdust-strewn, sepia-toned, two-room saloon is a caked with old photos, yellowing newsprint and the knick-knacks of history. The liquid bill of fare, served by jacketed men, is limited to ale, dark or light. According to the long-standing, oddball mode of business, one tariff gets you two mugfuls. Weekends get crowded, but on peaceful weekday mornings, it feels like 1888.
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