Union St Crash

Notes: Old books, cinnamon, and cognac with a spritz of lime - lightly colored with rich antique leather and a touch of cigar smoke wafting in from outside. We were young, drunk, and reckless in Brooklyn. Losing our way and not really caring, when we found ourselves in a bar that seemed to also be a dimly lit library. It was filled with leather armchairs, chess boards, and row after row of old books. I have no idea where we were exactly, but the sign on the corner read "Union St."