Palmer’s knew how to describe a proper bar:

A church for down and outers and those who romanticize them, a rare place where high and low rub elbows—bums and poets, thieves and slumming celebrities.

We’ll see if this news turns around, but if it doesn’t, we lose a real one in September. (A 20% decline in sales, but full attendance for live music doesn’t exactly seem like enough to tank a 119-year old bar.)