Mason Dixon

In Manhattan, fetishism abounds. Night-goers strike out to their favorite hookah lounge or tiki bar relying on these nocturnal artifices - places where décor defines ambiance - to rid their little selves of their everyday angst. And in this tough liberal-minded city stuffed with ex-pats from all over the globe what could be more exotic than a mechanical bull … certainly not a crepe. Mason Dixon bar is at your service.



Upon entry (or ambling, should you be a true cowboy), there is the joy of pure novelty. Past the long tin-faced bar awaits the bull, ensconced in a floor of well padded rubber and plastic.