Stopped here during a weekend visit to NYC last September. There were, indeed, Gregorian chants, monastic murals, and delicious beers. The bartender will shush the crowd when chatter gets loud (because loudness is irreverent in a place held sacred by beer worshipers). You'll constantly feel like you're being scolded. But, that's the fun of it, right? It's a quirky spot to get a few beers.
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