The walls are littered with photos. The tile floors have seen a century-and-a-half of unsteady feet. The bar top is beveled with the wear of thousands of glasses sliding across its surface. Milano’s is a penny worn smooth after a hundred years of exchange (it opened in 1880), and it sits proudly on Houston whiling away the years as if it had all the time in the world. Don’t even think about ordering a cocktail. Despite the fancy neighborhood, this is not a place to be asking for anything that must be stirred or shaken.
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Manhattan was once awash in neighborhood pubs, crappy booze dens and dives of unmentionable grit and grime. But with ...