There are few things rarer than an empty New York City, but stick around in August, and you have the whole place to yourself. The trains are empty, the sidewalks are yours, and some would say, it is the greatest place on earth when everyone else has fled. So, skip the Jitney or a last-minute Eurotrip. Instead, wander aimlessly (or with purpose) one pint at a time. We’ve mapped out eight of the city’s finest pubs, from a Financial District…
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