But what Milo remembers most is the chill he felt descending the narrow staircase, and the fear of the ghosts who might lurk below. He remembers when his family finished off the last of the massive, 30-year-old barrels in the 1960s, while he was still a child. And so it fell on the shoulders of the Milo family alone to care for the nameless bar that would later become Milo’s restaurant. Furious, the elder Milo Grandfather took out fistfuls of cash from the register and handed them to his partner. A patron had an issue with the family partner, and they quarreled. The name is irrelevant - blood was spilled. No living soul knows the name of this bar, but Milo’s aunt swears it was called Bucket of Blood when the subway opened down the street, they might have changed it to the Subway. Milo’s great-grandfather - also named Gennaro Milo - had a business partner in 1927, when they first opened the restaurant bar. Legends are hazy, and the Milo family’s are no different. Gennaro Milo, an Italian-American in Virgi nia whose family owned the building for most of the 1900s, said that he remembers his great-grandfather keeping large casks of wine down there from the Prohibition era. Small and dimly lit, the basement of Williamsburg’s Metropolitan Bar stores beer and spirits, as it has for much of the last century.
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