Propagandists would have you believe the nearby megabar complex of Sloppy Joe’s was Hemingway’s original bar, but the physical place where the old man famously drank was right here, the original Sloppy Joe’s location (before it was moved onto Duval St and into frat-boy hell). Hemingway’s third wife (a journalist sent to profile Papa) seduced him in this very bar.
It's a dark dive, with bras hanging from the rafters, a grizzled but laid-back crowd, and the occasional guitarist taking to the small stage.
