Next to that is one of three regulation dartboards and the wall is covered with corkboard complete with dozens of patron pictures tacked to it. Around the corner by the front window is a pay phone and the Golden Tee machine. It looks like a shingled, wooden hood used to surround the bar but now has been cut away so that only the front third remains, suspended from the ceiling with rusty chains. The first thing you’ll see is the long, rectangular bar that in the middle of the room. Step into the giant cask through the thick wooden door and under the faded Friar Tuck’s sign. While seemingly forbidding on the outside with its narrow windows that you can’t really see into and dark, heavy wooded exterior, Friar Tuck is a rather warm and inviting place on the inside. Have you ever gone up Broadway and seen the bar that looks like the top of a giant beer barrel sunken partially into the ground, just before the Dominick’s (prior to its burning down)? Then you’ve seen Friar Tuck.
