While good things come in small packages, who wouldn't like a little more of them -- if that weren't true, then why is that giant 1/2lb Hershey's Kiss sitting on your desk like a delicious chocolate meteor? Presenting The Littlest Bar, now with more Little.
Closing under duress from a high rise condo development two years ago (insert gentrification diatribe here), Paddy Grace has re-opened the infamously undersized Littlest Bar in the Financial District, doubling the space but maintaining the cozy with a mix of old and new features. On the old tip, they've got the usual Irish suspects on tap (Guinness, Smithwick's, Magners, etc), the original soft finished pine bar (with a piece split off to create another table in back), and Paddy's yellowed pictures on the walls: Muhammad Ali in Dublin, a 1944 triple-dead-heat finish at a Long Island racetrack, and a heartfelt letter of approval from former Beantown mayor Ray Flynn, who's totally two-timing Cheers. On the new side, they've now got a (digital!) jukebox, nine naturally shaped pine wood tables, an unfinished wooden timber slated ceiling, and exposed brick walls, plus two single-sex bathrooms spacious enough that you can finally urinate without the worry of a poorly placed heater burning your soldier.
For sustenance, Little shares a kitchen with The Times, offering Irish fare like Shepherd's Pie, Bangers & Mash, Fish 'N Chips, and the "Not So Littlest Burger" -- a 1/2 pounder you'll follow up with a similarly sized Long Kiss Goodnight.