One thing I dearly love about living in New York, is the propensity of it's dwellers to make use of every and any nook for establishments that behoove one to late night drinking under partial light. There is no better way to consume a good libation than beneath subdued illumination, brickwork and an abundance of wood surfaces. 

When I stroll, I prefer to walk down side streets and back alley ways { within reason of course }, mostly because the din of main roads interferes with the peace I like to surround me as I daydream. However, this also means that I occasion upon places like <a href="http://www.henrypublic.com/">Henry Public</a> rather unexpectedly. 

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Looking something like a neighbourhood local or an 18th century English public house, Henry Public is tucked away on Henry Street just off the rather frentic Altantic Avenue. It immediately caught my eye because of its abundance of woodwork - the floors, molding, tables and chairs - all in a rather warm and reassuring stain. Lighting was scant and the bar abundant with bottles.
I immediately pictured being huddled around a table with dear friends, cheeks flush from the bitter winter cold, warming our hands and hearts with glasses of brandy/whiskey/whathaveyou without ice; laughing, talking, savouring the time together. I feel that this winter a trip or few to Henry Public will certainly be in order!