So long as we are in town, we have a standing Sunday lunch date at Old Town Bar. We don't live too far from the place, but that's not what makes it our regular Sunday afternoon stop. It symbolizes pretty much everything that once was New York. From the amazing pressed-tin ceiling, to the now-disabled service-call buttons in the booths, to the fact that the men's and women's rooms are on different floors, you cannot help but feel transported to an earlier era upon entrance. The burger is far better than it needs to be and the pours are generous and the bar-wenches are surly with hearts of gold; were we restricted to one tavern for the rest of our lives, this would be it. So we rather enjoyed this memorial for owner Larry Meagher, who passed away last week. Please give it a close read. Also, if you've never been to Old Town, do not go now. We're plenty happy with the crowd now, and you'd probably just make it worse.