Supposedly Ginger’s Place is haunted by the former burlesque dancer who once ran the bar, not by the building’s history of bikers, storm floods, or the former owner who stayed upstairs in her wheelchair after her husband died at the jukebox.
Ernest Hemingway supposedly visited just about every bar that’s been around long enough. Pete’s Bar has the proof in the pictures on the walls. But how many bars can claim the ultra-reclusive J.D. Salinger came by for a drink?