Page 52 "Blarney Rose bar on Ann Street"

From page 52 of the book:  "...We saw Leah and Thomas off at the top of the subway stairs and walked to the Blarney Rose bar on Ann Street.
"Interesting afternoon, isn't it," Owen said as he poured beer into my mug while I unburdened plates of bockwurst and cabbage, and napkin-rolled silverware from our two trays."

"...Interesting, yes, I thought, since you and your brother barely exchanged a dozen words where I would've expected a thousand. We sat surrounded by tables packed with executives, delivery men, secretaries, retail merchants, and financial wizards. The tavern was mediocre in appearance. Nothing hung on the walls. Philodendrons sat in plastic flower pots in the windows."

[Note: The sign on the bar shows Blarney Stone, another chain of bars that I and my friends often went to when I first came to NY in 1976.  I suppose some time during the last 30 years it went from Blarney Rose to Blarney Stone.  Same thing, basically. I just wanted to give you the feel of the street, the neighborhood, and at such a place there could be such a confluence of so many different kinds of people.]