Onieal's Grand Street: In between visiting Africa and the bushmen, J. Peterman definitely drank here. This bastion of clean-cut, khaki-clad gents would fit neatly into one of Peterman’s catalog tales. A regular boys’ club with its deep, carved-wood ceiling, rustic fans, and cream-colored lamp shades, Onieal’s is the perfect spot for a Scotch and a smoke. (Just take that stogie outside, son.) This polished, pristine spot’s status as a “gentleman’s hideaway” is secured by a secret stairwell leading to…well, who knows, really? With $4 drafts and well drinks, it might not take too much prying to find out. In the meantime, pretend you’ve got a Volvo in the driveway and a house in Connecticut and enjoy your own American Dream. |
