The Abbey Pub
Bar on 105th St, just off Broadway.
People make the walk because the Abbey basically doesn't ask for ID.
Stories
- Why I love the Abbey: One time, I saw a large rat scurry out of the kitchen, across the bar floor, and out the front door. Maybe half a dozen other people took notice (It was late, and the bar was emptying out). (Un?)Surprisingly, nobody was fazed.
- Once there was a reasonably looking girl who got so trashed she started dancing alone in the middle of the place to awful, awful music. Some filmmakers were sitting in a booth and offered to include her in a video about "college life". Sketchy? Probably.
