If I were heading to Stanley’s Northeast Bar Room right now, I’d probably be feeling a mix of celebration and relief. A 130-year-old spot with that much character and urinals people actually brag about surviving demolition? That calls for a pint on the paw-tio.
I’d want to toast to 15 more years and hopefully fewer than the 25 car crashes the building’s endured so far. Feels like one of those rare wins where the neighborhood keeps a piece of its soul. You coming with, or should I save you a seat at the bar?
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