The New York Stories by John OHaraCollected for the first time, the New York stories of John OHara, among the greatest short story writers in English, or in any other language (Brendan Gill, Here at The New Yorker)
Collected for the first time, here are the New York stories of one of the twentieth century’s definitive chroniclers of the city—the speakeasies and highballs, social climbers and cinema stars, mistresses and powerbrokers, unsparingly observed by a popular American master of realism. Spanning his four-decade career, these more than thirty refreshingly frank, sparely written stories are among John O’Hara’s finest work, exploring the materialist aspirations and sexual exploits of flawed, prodigally human characters and showcasing the snappy dialogue, telling details and ironic narrative twists that made him the most-published short story writer in the history of the New Yorker.
FDNY PIPES & DRUMS 9/11 COMMEMORATION 9-11-12
30 years in the Financial District: O'Hara's Restaurant and Pub
We came across this bar when walking around lower Manhattan. Very charming and very reasonable drinks and food. Definitely will be back. Lots of memorabilia. Typical pub fare but the atmosphere and bartenders are special.
I am staying across the street at the Marriott and walked over for dinner with a co-worker. Spent 30 minutes in there being ignored and treated rudely. They get one star because there isn't a minus ten. Horrible bar maid and rude staff, take a My husband and I have just returned from having dinner here.
It's May A line of former cooks, managers, owners and a few regulars at Suspenders—a basement bar only blocks away from the World Trade Center—are loading boxes of booze and framed photographs of firefighters into the trunk of co-owner Billy Ahearn's car. But, after the towers fell, business never quite recovered. Regulars were killed. Wall Street firms moved to Midtown.
O'Hara's Restaurant and Pub - Local Restaurant in New York, NY 10006
We approached with weary feet, empty stomachs, an overpowering sense of silence and a need to sit with our own thoughts. It was only when we looked around and saw the thousands of patches from the uniforms of firefighters and rescue workers adorning any free space throughout the bar that we realized our grave error. The bar was badly damaged by the fall of the North Tower on September 11, It would take almost a year for the pub to get completely back on his feet but get back on its feet it did. A remarkable feat considering the extent of the clean-up.
Then, reaching overhead, he stapled the patch to the soffit above the bar. And as traditions go, it has no script, no firm set of rules. In most cases, there are no speeches, no formality of any sort. It just happens. Many were just children at the time. Many more were hundreds or thousands of miles from lower Manhattan when the attacks occurred.