“..when people venture into the unsuspecting pizzeria and stumble through the back door, they'll find a quiet bar with old hip-hop jams humming from the Jukebox. That is, unless they know when the reunion nights are.
Recently, the old Financial District haunt was jam-packed as patrons filled the bar for a reunion one weekday afternoon. It wasn't so much a suited-up crowd though.
The Latina women, in scantily clad Santa bikinis, put on quite a show commemorating the birthday of the place. One of the women behind the bar lit birthday candles on her sizable breasts for a man to blow out, while other middle-aged men in the bar hooted and hollered. A different dancer plopped down in a man's lap at the end of the bar, while another a few stools down counted a massive stack of one dollar bills.
Meanwhile, one of the ladies was rubbing odorous Neutrogena massage oil all over a guy's bare back at a nearby table. Then, another dancer in knee-high boots stepped up on the bar and danced her way down flashing the crowd as patrons stuffed dollar bills in her velvety red g-string.
The whole scene lasted for about an hour. Around 6 p.m. it was over and the bar emptied out.
"It's nothing like it used to be," one Wall Streeter said.
Read more: http://www.businessinsider.com/an-old-wall-street-haunt-comes-to-life-2011-12#ixzz1hkg4BHLI
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