The Dead Rabbit is a bar which occupies a uniquely special place in my heart. This is one of the places that first inspired me to write, a spot where I’ve broadened my beverage-related horizons, made life-changing decisions and somewhere that’s always felt like home to a lone (and sometimes lonely) English girl in a big American city.
That’s the difference between a good bar and a truly great one. It’s not just about the drinks list, it’s about the hospitality, the welcome, the way a place makes you feel. Sentimental? Perhaps. True? Absolutely.
So, when the news broke on July 2nd this year that the Rabbit was closed indefinitely due to damage from a fire which had broken out in the early hours of a quiet Sunday morning, it got me right in the feelings. But, never fear… in their trademark defiant style, the team fought back, and all three floors of the bar have just reopened, barely three weeks later. ‘We were born in a hurricane, and forged in a fire’ was the spine-tingling message that appeared on the bar’s social media – a reference to when the Dead Rabbit first opened in 2012, in the midst of the devastation caused in New York by Hurricane Sandy.