Leave your sea legs behind. Molly's Shebeen is made up a musky light, uneven floors and libations. I showed up last night to meet some folks I hadn't seen since I was last in Los Angeles.
Whatever was coming out of the kitchen smelled damn good, the drinks sloshed about and the doors remained open past my bedtime (I headed out around 3:00am, the place was still rocking).
I'm not particularly fond of the Gramercy neighborhood, but they do boast quite a few bars with well-priced drinks and generous happy-hours.
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