Folktale of New York

I was in New York last December on holiday. Following both guide book recommendations and obvious curiosity I visited McSorley’s Old Ale House on East 7th Street in Manhattan. There’s no relation here, just coincidence. Inside, it hasn’t changed much since John McSorley (my father’s name, another coincidence) opened it in 1854. The unvarnished wooden floorboards are covered in sawdust. Beer-barrels are repurposed as tables. They sell two drinks: light beer and dark beer, which come in half pi...