Doc Holliday’s gives me the impression that some rich schmuck got bored and decided to helicopter in a small Midwestern bar into Manhattan’s Lower East Side neighborhood. It might have something to do with the old school country music and classic rock springing from the speakers. Maybe it was the

Regretful decisions I have made at Welcome to the Johnsons: there are so many! Talking to a guy in a bandana, using the bathroom, ordering a seventh vodka-soda-orange juice’ the list goes on. But I will love Welcome to the Johnsons forever for its chill atmosphere and super cheap drinks.

I don’t know too many people who hang out in the Financial District unless they work there or like to have their drinking subsidized by horny bankers. But amidst all the dirty money, high-rises, and the tourist-choked South Street Seaport, lies one of the oldest streets in New York, Stone