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| - Let me start right out by saying that this review has nothing to do with food!!! (Unless you count the onion rings appetizer which tasted like most deep-fried onion ring appetizers.)
Some of you know me now as someone who LOVES tradition and history and preservation and stuff-like-that.
So we came here for the tradition (great old supper club from the 40's), the history (an1847 stagecoach inn, later a stop on the Underground Railway, and a Speakeasy circa Prohibition) and the preservation (it's hard to keep a 150-year old lady going in style).
So we came to DRINK and PLAY, in other words, on a busy Friday night, in spite of, or because of, the fish fry. We grabbed some stools but found ourselves giving up our seats to some lovely ladies who were waiting to be seated for the fish fry. (Like I said, we weren't here for the food, but I gotta wonder why the fish fry was JAM PACKED CONSTANTLY.)
After bugging the extremely convivial bartender about the history of the place, and begging to see the "wine cellar"/slave-holding-tank in the basement, he tossed his apron at someone and announced an impromptu "tour". WOW!
It was cool to say the least, imagining the terrified slaves packed into the "secret" cellar, with its curved brick walls. So we took turns squeezing in and out, then returned to the bar and proceeded to enjoy tons of conversation with the locals. So, I'm a fan!
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