My parents took me to NYC — once — when I was very young. My only two memories of that trip are of a wax museum of some sort (scary) and visiting Fraunces Tavern. I have no idea why I remember the Tavern, I guess I had heard something about George Washington, so the Tavern “meant something” to me. I was probably 4 at the time.
A good memory to have. You would certainly enjoy the place now...esp. the “long room” on the second floor where the general—too choked up to speak—embraced each of his officers who stood with him during the struggle.