I continued toward Boerum Hill to stop by Grand Army. I said hello to their general manager, Adrian Caguana, on the way in, bumping elbows instead of our usual hug. Old-school, egg white Whiskey sours on the rocks seemed in order and the bartender that night, Dave Jones, obliged. People were huddled around tables or leaning in together and there was a buzz at the bar, accompanied by an undeniable tension in the air.
extract from
The Night the Neon Went Dark
Brad Thomas Parsons
Punchdrink.com
April 2020
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Joe Gough
https://punchdrink.com/articles/night-neon-went-dark-montero-bars-covid-nyc/
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