It's behind a pub called the Old New Inn. A distant relative, who was a cop in Harlem, New York came over to visit us - it was like one of those comedy films when people go to places they just don't understand. I had to shepherd him around the place and I remember, me being about eight years old, trying to keep an eye on a twenty stone New York cop. We were in the pub when someone jokingly asked him if the bulge in his jacket was a gun and he just produced a loaded .38 snub-nosed revolver and handed it to the bloke.
This was before hijackings and airport security - he just put his gun on every day like his watch...