Tales From Bulfinche's Pub by Patrick Thomas L ets admit it. The world is far from perfect.
Nobody believes in magic anymore.
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.