Bell's Tavern

They say she only appears after dark.

For years, she wandered North Union Street looking for just the right place — somewhere warm, lively, and filled with laughter long after the sun went down.
Then she found Bell’s.

She slipped inside, took one look at the crowded oval bar, heard the clinking glasses and happy voices, and knew she’d found her spot. Now she keeps watch from the window, surrounded by her grinning little skulls.

But be warned: if you pass Bell’s late at night and see her eyes following you...
She may just be wondering why you haven’t come inside.