Of all the gritty Manhattan taverns that exiled disciples of the New Orleans Saints would choose to make their own, why did they have to pick the very same East Village watering hole where displaced Minnesota Vikings fans had already staked a claim?
Sunday afternoon afforded plenty of time to chew on such ethnohistorical curiosities — and to wash them down with buckets of Abita beer, spicy bloody marys or a violet vodka concoction called Grape Ape — because kickoff in the National Football Conference title game between the Saints and Vikings wasn’t till 6:40 p.m.
At Bar None, the line outside on Third Avenue started forming long before noon.
via nytimes.com
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