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I don’t remember who told me about the bones, either, or how it happened or when it was. I know those things took place, and I can see flashes of them in my mind, but they’re mixed in with more recent memories and contaminated by years of gassing nostalgically about the old days with whoever would listen. Stories cohere in our brains, pulling in random details that seem like they must belong there. People hung those wishbones up to bring them luck, and nobody needs luck more than young men going off to face death. So if the wishbones became the symbol; the focus of that need and its memory, that’s only right. In 1936, Bill sold McSorley’s to a long-time customer/NYC policeman named Daniel O’Connell.
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Fraunces Tavern has been rebuilt several times, but McSorley’s has remained virtually unchanged—and has served ale continuously, even during Prohibition—for 165 years. Supposedly, the ashes of up to four other individuals are covertly housed at the near end of the bar, close to the main door. Why do some people get the honor of resting behind the bar forever while others get scattered amongst the sawdust? The standards for being laid to rest behind the bar are quite rigorous. You have to be a regular of the pub for over 40 years in order to be placed across from Old John’s likeness.
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“Good Ale, Raw Onions and No Ladies” – a former pub motto
Sixteen years later, a ladies room was installed, displacing the galley. The kitchen’s current niche is the only significant addition to the original layout. Pub fare at McSorley’s is as consistent as everything else about the place. A daily menu has been established (and posted on two chalkboards) the prices are as reasonable as the food is fine. “When a regular got called up for the army, back during the wars, he’d hang one there. When he got back, he’d break it off.” I could see that a number had been so broken.
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A large flag hung behind the bar with the number 169 on it — the number of years the bar has been open. However, when the ale house was founded by Irish immigrant John McSorley in the 1850s, this was a prime location, close to a transportation hub for horse carriages and a busy market, Business Insider previously reported. While I expected to find McSorley's on a quaint cobblestone street given its history, it's located in a built-up section of the East Village on East 7th Street, by Astor Place. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed my experience at McSorley's during my visit last year. Here are some things that might surprise you about the oldest Irish bar in the country if you choose to visit yourself.
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When I went into the bar after that, I won’t say I always avoided standing under the wishbones—bar space at McSorley’s is precious—but when I did I didn’t like it. I don’t put hats on the bed or let a black cat cross my path and I don’t like being reminded of death. The bar is also home to a few other historical mementos like Houdini's handcuffs and World War I-era wishbones dangling from a gas lamp above the bar. US Presidents Abraham Lincoln, Ulysses S. Grant, and Theodore Roosevelt also reportedly stopped by McSorley's, according to NBC New York, adding to the joint's historic reputation. Indulge yourself, if you will, on a virtual tour of America’s oldest, continuously operated bar. There are no bad seats (providing you can get one) and no bad views.
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And, of course, where their sons stuck wishbones up on a gas lamp before going off to war and wished that they would come back to snap them. The legendary backroom (where the ale flowed during prohibition), is adorned with the infamous, and very risque (for its time), portrait of a nude with her parrot. The old fireplace is also in the backroom-that’s where the original owner-John McSorley held court (as witnessed in a well-known John Sloan sketch nearby).
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The poster is joined in the pub by a pair of handcuffs used by escapologist Harry Houdini and a pair of shackles belonging to a prisoner during the American Civil War. The only time McSorley’s altered its serving practices was during Prohibition in the United States. During this period, the bar served a ‘near beer’, with too low an alcohol content to be outlawed. In the 19th and early 20th centuries, many pubs in New York were men-only and didn’t allow women to drink in or even enter their premises. McSorley’s was one such place, with its former motto of “Good Ale, Raw Onions and No Ladies”.
Opened to women
From every wall, to each nook-and-cranny — history pours as freely as ale from the taps. Unlike the drinks, which are slammed on the bar seconds after ordering, change arrives slowly at McSorley’s. In 1994, Teresa Maher de la Haba, daughter of current owner Matthew Maher, became the first woman to tend the battered wooden bar. The décor hasn’t changed much in the past 165 years—pieces are rarely added or removed and everything is perpetually dusty. McSorley’s has all the hallmarks of a classic tourist attraction, but Buggy says it’s the regulars who really make the place special. Eleven years in, Buggy still refers to himself as “the new guy.” One bartender has been working at McSorley’s for 47 years (and counting), and several customers have been coming in on a regular basis since the 1950s.
There’s even a plaque from the CIA, dedicated “to the Staff of McSorley’s” in 2006 for their “Outstanding Support.” McSorley’s has always had a room dedicated to these young men, and now young women. McSorley’s in 1980 was famous, of course—it was New York’s oldest bar, and had been celebrated for almost a hundred years—and during the evenings and on weekends it drew a crowd of bohemian types, visiting firemen, and such. But the weekdays, when I liked to come in, still belonged to the locals. This was long before the East Village, where the bar is, got gentrified and rents got driven up to the point that you needed a finance job or a trust fund to live there.
It’s also easy to imagine who hasn’t visited McSorley’s over the years. It wasn’t until 1970 that women were finally allowed inside. The pub, whose motto was “Good Ale, Raw Onions, and No Ladies,” was not yet ready to get with the times. In fact, they fought hard to keep women out of the establishment and even considered becoming a private club to do so. But on a Tuesday afternoon, it’s easy enough to grab a couple of beers, settle into a worn wooden table, and imagine the people who have passed through its double doors in need of “a cold beer to warm up”—a phrase Buggy uses frequently.
The rating scale of 0 to 100 reflects our editors’ appraisals of all the tangible and intangible factors that make a restaurant or bar great — or terrible — regardless of price. Today, the sawdust-covered floors of this East Village establishment have many secrets to share, from early 20th century memorabilia to its association with rock icons and prominent political figures. It is no wonder, then, that Old John began to collect Lincoln memorabilia immediately after the death of McSorley’s first celebrity patron. After all, in 1860, Lincoln reportedly went straight to McSorley’s to quench his thirst after giving a speech that later became known as the Cooper Union Address. That speech, in which Lincoln condemned the expansion of slavery, galvanized the city into a feverish excitement. Historians credit the Cooper Union Address as the turning point in Lincoln’s campaign.
Not only is McSorley's the most historic Irish tavern in New York, but it's also often called the oldest Irish tavern in America that's still in operation. Established in 1854, McSorley's is celebrating its 170th anniversary this year, and it is certainly the place to go around St. Patrick's Day. I've lived in New York City for almost four years, but I have never been to McSorley's, the oldest Irish pub in the city. In terms of food, the menu at McSorley’s is not fixed and can be found on a blackboard propped up behind the bar. Expect to find classic favourites like hot dogs, burgers, cheese boards, and liverwurst sandwiches. McSorley’s Old Ale House opened its doors on Manhattan’s East 7th Street back in 1854, making it New York’s oldest Irish bar.
Upon his death, McSorley’s was managed by his daughter, Dorothy O’Connell Kirwan, and her husband Harry Kirwan. Once again, a story can be told by what you won’t find at McSorley’s. The only other drink available, in addition to the two ales, is soda, and a limited, reasonably-priced food menu is posted daily on two chalkboards.
Virtually nothing about the bar (aside from finally admitting women and the subsequent addition of a women’s restroom, which did not occur until 16 years later) has changed over its 163 year history – and I do mean nothing. I paid $8 for two beers, a light and a dark ale, which I was surprised by. I'm not a huge beer drinker, but even that seemed pretty inexpensive to me.
Because of this exclusivity, patrons have been known to surreptitiously sprinkle a loved one’s ashes on the floor. A thin layer of sawdust—a relic from another era when patrons would track in mud and horse manure—makes it plausible that a bit of grandpa’s ashes could be added on the sly. It stated that the subjected establishments had to provide “sanitary facilities” for their employees … but not necessarily for their customers. It would take another 16 years before McSorley’s would finally install a women’s restroom.
One collection of his stories was entitled McSorley's Wonderful Saloon (1943). According to Mitchell, the Ashcan school painters John Sloan, George Luks and Stuart Davis were all regulars. The 1940’s brought with it a world war and a new brewer of McSorley’s Ale. Rheingold carried on with the product for more than thirty years before finally closing operations and passing the brand to Schmidt’s Brewers of Philadelphia. But I don’t have any idea what my class did at McSorley’s or how often we went.
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