Unlike many a drinking spot in the Financial District, Biddy’s isn’t closed or empty at the weekend. Nor does it bring in a DJ to draw a crowd on a Saturday night. In fact, the weekends are a riot of all-day drinking in an utter and absolute dive bar atmosphere. It ticks all the boxes to qualify, right down to toilets that are basic at best, and a horror show later. Play Keno, play the jukebox, eat cheap food, and after a few similarly low-priced beers get to wondering just who is Biddy Early. She was a healer and herbalist_one who was accused of witchcraft—whose fourth husband was an alcoholic who died and left her penniless. Maybe, then, don’t ask who is Biddy Early?