It's the kind of spot where Humphrey Bogart would come solo after being dumped by his dame. After ten hours at the bar drinking whisky and soda, he'd remember that he was supposed to be performing some high risk intelligence mission, and then proceed to order another whisky and soda. But don't worry Harry, there's plenty to feel happy about. Not least the royal roster of cigars that Barfly's stocks. Oh yes, and those 1001 whisky varieties, but he's probably already spotted those. Drop by the Hotel Metternich to find out more...
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