Everyone who knows where to find a good drink will always have their recommendations. The corner of 36th and 9th, right in front of the boardwalk on Daytona beach, the family run shack in Germany. But nobody knew of a single bar where you could find a good person.
But there's a bar in the middle of Times Square, New York. Most people walk by believing it's another building under construction, but for some unknown reason a few people do see it and choose to walk on.
There is no natural light, and the one story room is lit like a cave. There are only a few tables, and one long bar table at the back wall. The bartender seems to always be moving around, whether it's to wipe a table for a second or third time or to fiddle with the drinks.
No matter what time of day it is, the bar always seems to draw a crowd. Several parties consisting of men, women, and a little bit of both, occupy the tables. More individuals are at the bar, sitting with an empty seat next to them. Everybody here seems to have a story, because everybody here was able to find the Bar.
You stand, just entering through the door, deciding on your first move. Take a seat at the bar next to a sleeze? Or introduce yourself to one of the party tables? But one of them seems to be waiting to introduce themselves to you. It depends on who is really at the Bar, and the first move you want to make.