The Gopher

Beneath the streets of Hell's Kitchen, where the Irish ran the nights and the law kept its distance, there was a crew who didn't bow, didn't blink, and didn't scare. The Gophers.. the kind who knew every back alley, every shortcut, every way to make a good night louder.

The spirit of The Gophers didn't stay buried, it travelled and now it lives here in Manly.

Down the staircase, past the daylight, in a bar built for the ones who look after their own and don't leave early.

From the streets of Battle Row to the basement of Manly, a good night starts with a shout.

A good night starts with a stout at The Gopher.