Sure, it's overpriced, yes, it is unabashedly a bit of a tourist trap, but come on -- it's Harry's Bar! Had a vodka tonic while my husband sipped on a dry martini, and we half expected Audrey or another glitterati to appear. Didn't happen, but we had fun. This is a quintessential Roman experience for those who are definitely of a certain age.
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