Life on Mars
As a postscript to my post about New Yorkers' opinions of the city's Golden Age, let me share George Gurley's tale of boozing on the Lower East Side at the nastiest bar he could find.
San Francisco has a Mars Bar too (actually Cafe Mars), but it's pretty tame compared to this one. I'm pretty sure I engaged in a bit of debauchery during my only visit there though.... ah, never mind.
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turns out that the brother of the Fanch, before he stopped drinking, was an habitue of the Mars Bar.
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