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That time I was in a Manhattan Irish bar very late at night. This was
the kind of place where you had to know someone to be let in after hours.
You walked down about six steps from the sidewalk & entered thru an unassuming
front door. The music was live, lively & loud. The Guinness flowing.
But I was hungry so I went across the street the the only open place - a bodega.
Bought a box of Oreos & some milk, snuck myself & my snacks back into the bar.
Big, burly, Irish bartender saw me eating, asked what I had.
I thought I was busted & would be asked to leave but instead I spent a very
I thought I was busted & would be asked to leave but instead I spent a very
memorable night sharing my Oreos with Ryan, the not-so-scary afterall Irish bartender.
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