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A very lively bar, and above all a real saloon over 250 years old. Free concert every night, ladies' night on Wednesday with DJ. Rumour has it that the poet Edgar Allan Poe made it his headquarters, and that he drank his last drink there on October 7, 1849 before being found, delusional and heavily alcoholic, in the streets of Baltimore. He died that night at the city hospital.