Once inside, you'll find a large and rambling bar below

the level of the street -- a fine place for grabbing a beer,

often raucous, but not wake-up-a-dog raucous. Many

stories are told about the place. Two of 'em: the steps

from the front door don't simply lead to floor level;

they go up two stairs and then down. 'Tis said that

this would slow the cops as they poured into the

bar during raids. And the pub's very address may

have become part of the language. To be 86'd, of

course, is to be barred from a bar; and Chumley's,

where many a dog-waking patron has presumably

been booted into the street, sits at 86 Bedford Street.

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