Leaving his hotel, he wondered: "should I venture down to the seaport and see what's happened in the last year" but something told him to veer right down Water Street.
Not remotely drunk, he stumbled onto the Dead Rabbit.
After negotiating the bouncer and the bar downstairs he was called to the 2nd floor...whereupon he met the Cocktail Salon.
Armed with a graphic novel menu, he chose his cocktails wisely. First, "Point Blank". A kind of Gin Martini, it was refreshing. He fired off his dinner order to Al the BarMan: "3 oysters, dressed. And a Shepherd's Pie".
Finishing his oysters, he felt great. "High Roller, Al." And with his entre, enjoyed a fantastic Tequila concoction.
He got the bill. And he left.
This is a great place, he thought. He must come again next time in the city.
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