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100 1 $aBartholomew, Rafe,$eauthor.
245 10 $aTwo and two :$bMcSorley's, my dad, and me /$cRafe Bartholomew.
250 $aFirst Edition.
264 1 $aNew York :$bLittle, Brown and Company,$c2017.
300 $a276 pages, 8 unnumbered pages of plates :$billustrations (chiefly color) ;$c25 cm
336 $atext$btxt$2rdacontent
337 $aunmediated$bn$2rdamedia
338 $avolume$bnc$2rdacarrier
505 0 $aThe company of men -- Frank's curse -- We were here before you were born -- The art of storytelling -- Welcome to the madhouse -- "Buggerized" and barman-ized -- St. Patrick's Day -- Super Bowl Sunday -- The McSorley poet -- Mom -- Working pains -- Wishbones -- Sandy.
520 $a"A deeply stirring memoir of fathers, sons, and the oldest bar in New York City. Since it opened in 1854, McSorley's Old Ale House has been a New York institution. This is the landmark watering hole where Abraham Lincoln campaigned and Boss Tweed kicked back with the Tammany Hall machine. Where a pair of Houdini's handcuffs found their final resting place. And where soldiers left behind wishbones before departing for the First World War, never to return and collect them. Many of the bar's traditions remain intact, from the newspaper-covered walls to the plates of cheese and raw onions, the sawdust-strewn floors to the tall-tales told by its bartenders. But in addition to the bar's rich history, McSorley's is home to a deeply personal story about two men: Rafe Bartholomew, the writer who grew up in the landmark pub, and his father, Geoffrey "Bart" Bartholomew, a career bartender who has been working the taps for forty-five years. On weekends, Rafe Bartholomew would tag along for the early hours of his dad's shift, polishing brass doorknobs, watching over the bar cats, and handling other odd jobs until he grew old enough to join Bart behind the bar. McSorley's was a place of bizarre rituals, bawdy humor, and tasks as unique as the bar itself: protecting the decades-old dust that had gathered on treasured artifacts; shot-putting thirty-pound grease traps into high-walled Dumpsters; and trying to keep McSorley's open through the worst of Hurricane Sandy. But for Rafe, the bar means home. It's the place where he and his father have worked side by side, serving light and dark ale, always in pairs, the way it's always been done. Where they've celebrated victories, like the publication of his father's first book of poetry, and coped with misfortune, like the death of Rafe's mother. Where Rafe learned to be part of something bigger than himself and also how to be his own man. By turns touching, crude, and wildly funny, Rafe's story reveals universal truths about family, loss, and the bursting history of one of New York's most beloved institutions."--provided by publisher.
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650 0 $aBartenders$zUnited States$vBiography.
650 0 $aHistoric sites$zNew York (State)$zNew York.
650 0 $aFathers and sons.
651 0 $aNew York (N.Y.)$xHistory.
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655 7 $aAnecdotes.$2lcgft
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