You are traveling through to another dimension,
a dimension not only of sight and sound but of
liquid. It is a dimension as vast as a corner
saloon and timeless as infinity. It is the
middle ground between light and shadow,
between coffee and Cuervo, between
Dickens and Shakespeare.

To some it is the first city of the New World, to
others a frivolous bit of nostalgia left over from
the jazz age. This is a dimension of the
imagination or if you prefer, a tavern.
It is in the area which we call
The Charleston.