When I peered through the window of Bob's Bar in the Financial District, which is attached to Bob's Steak and Chop House, I was both aghast and intrigued — two things that always compel this intrepid journalist forth. Here's what I saw: Men, and only men, dressed in expensive suits, drinking copious amounts of grain alcohol in what looked like Dick Van Dyke's library. Oh, man, I was... More >>>