Tales from Bulfinche’s Pub

Where the Rainbow Ends, the Legend Begins.

Let’s admit it. The world is far from perfect. Nobody believes in magic anymore. Or gods. Or vampires. Hope itself is on the endangered list. Especially in New York City. Despite this, there is a place in Manhattan where the impossible not only exists but bellies up to the bar to drink its fill. Owned by a leprechaun, staffed by gods and mortals it is a second home to the legends of our day, led there by the simple magic of the rainbow. The name of the place is Bulfinche’s Pub. One never knows what will come in the door next: Armageddon or a man with no socks. Whatever happens, two things are certain. Hope and Happiness never die and the first drink is always on the house.

＂A MASTERPIECE. THE MUST READ OF THE YEAR.＂ - Murphy’s Mom.

＂EXHILARATING & BEAUTIFUL. HILARIOUS & TOUCHING. And those were just the parts with me in it. Beats the Iliad and the Odyssey hands down.＂ -HERCULES, god hero, bouncer at Bulfinche’s Pub.

＂I COULDN’T PUT IT DOWN. Murphy glued it to my hand.＂ -ROY G. BIV, paraplegic clown, patron.

＂PLACES FOURTH ON MY LIST AFTER WINE, WOMEN AND SONG.＂ -DIONYSUS, god of wine, woman and song. Bartender at Bulfinche’s Pub.

＂WORTH ITS WEIGHT IN GOLD, AT LEAST IN PAPERBACK.＂ -PADDY MORAN, leprechaun. Owner & proprietor of Bulfinche’s Pub

＂DEVILISHLY CLEVER.＂ -MATHEW, angel on the lam, dishwasher.