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Memories of a Tribeca Bar/Restaurant/Ritual

Blogger Manhattan Transfer reminisces over an early-March visit to a once-favored Tribeca watering hole:

Inside is a long tall room with a bar on the left. J.J. behind the bar sees you come in and reaches for the bottle of Jameson Irish Whiskey. The place is called Grace. You?ve been here before. You used to be a regular but something changed. A new crowd ran in newer bars and you stopped coming to Grace. Even you are surprised you are back in Grace again.
There's really nothing quite like nostalgia for two weeks ago.
· Memories of Grace in Winter [Manhattan Transfer]