Lottie, that was Frank's bar, and we were always there. We were all such friends in those days, he left to live in Ireland and his pretty longsuffere¡ing wife divorced him and remarried. The bar was usually full of Americans, draft dodgers, artists, filmstars am moi!!
That was the bar which poured garaffe gin (big cheap bottles) into the coffee machine by mistake and we were all legless drinking coffee, Mr N came in to tell me dinner was ready and I fell off the stool, hilarious, and another time we found that his store room (which led off from the loo) was unlocked so we were queuing for days to go to the "loo" and we drank him dry for free, happy days!