Vesuvio

Guy walks into a bar, roars and leaves. Without missing a beat, the bartender says to the next customer, "Welcome to Vesuvio, honey – what can I get you?" Jack Kerouac blew off Henry Miller to go on a bender here and, after you've joined neighborhood characters on the stained-glass mezzanine for microbrews or literary-legendary cocktail named after Beat poet Diane di Prima (rye, Aperol, bitters, with a twist), you'll see why.