White Horse Tavern

Whether or not you have the Great American Novel in your head, you can still get blasted at this nostalgic high temple of the Alcoholic Artist. The scene today is characterized less by sailors, workers, and bohemian writers (like Dylan Thomas, a regular back in the day, whose portrait hangs in the bar’s middle room) than by a mix of locals, NYU students, and tourists, but the surroundings haven’t changed much. After a dozen whiskies or so (legend has it that Dylan’s record was 18), you might even indulge the fantasy that you can afford to write poetry, live here in the West Village, and still have money left over to drink.