From the “paging-George-Kaplan department.”
My first trip to the Oak Bar was way back in the twentieth century, during a trip to New York, before I lived here. It was an evening of contrasts: stuffy old expensive midtown, followed by hip, cheap downtown. The three of us had two rounds of cocktails and the tab came to 50 bucks. After that, we headed down to the West Village and had a nice dinner for three with a bottle of wine for the same amount. That’s one thing I’ve always loved about New York, you can find the extremes and all points in between.
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