Specs' Twelve Adler Museum Cafe wears a faded, hand-painted sign and a battered exterior that looks mostly unchanged since the nineteen-sixties. Inside, the walls are covered with a collection of maritime artifacts, old photographs, and assorted curiosities that Specs Simmons tacked up himself. He ran this bar as a sanctuary for beat poets, sailors, and neighborhood regulars who wanted a drink without the noise of the main tourist strips. It feels less like a business and more like a private clubhouse.
Specs' Twelve Adler Museum Cafe
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