My first trip to NYC, on a drunken hiatus from reality I started drinking in the Red Lion at 5 in the afternoon and did not leave until the lights went on the next day. I wish that sober Sally would have left drunk Sally a note that said mind your purse, glasses and cell phone. When I woke up the next day and realize everything was gone I thought I left it in the cab. But when I went back the next day, George had everything of mine safe behind the bar. And so began my second visitation at the Red Lion. I can't remember the other bartender's name - sorry! But they both really looked out for me, listened to my drunk whining and kept me from jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge. Try Heaven's Jamaican Rum Kick. But like George warned me rum kicks are like boobies - one is not enough, three is too many.
Pros: Live Music until 4 in the morning, George behind the bar
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