The New York Times ran a great article today on McSorley's Old Ale House in that good city that has run for 152 years and a group of friends who meet there there:

ON a chilly Friday night, outlined against a blue-gray cloud of cigarette smoke in front of McSorley's Old Ale House, the Five Horsemen rode again. In dramatic lore there are four of them, and they are known as famine, pestilence, destruction and death. These are only aliases. At McSorley's, the crusty, ancient East Village beer barn, they are K-dawg, Spreadsheet Sam, Bobby Boy, Jamal and Adam. Most of those, too, are aliases, but that is part of the fun for the group, which was spending its 147th consecutive Friday night together, a streak that started only after dozens of Friday night gatherings of a bunch that first got together in late 2001. Those statistics, and many more, exist because the Five Horsemen are no ordinary group of friends hanging out at their favorite bar. They are a group of friends hanging out at their favorite bar and documenting it all with meticulous Excel-generated attendance records, a Web site, a video clip and a yearly awards night.