-
Roialto
Like an old-school movie star, this ruggedly handsome warehouse-turned-bar pretends to be unaware of its good looks. But there's no denying the appeal of those high ceilings, vintage leather club chairs, billiard tables and the wooden bar brought from Cuba - it's worth the lines and face patrol on weekends, and even returning to the scene of the crime for Sunday brunch.
-
Shu
The mothership has landed and it's a great place for a drink. Two monumental gold arms support a green ceiling with a matrix of circuitry and box lights like a motherboard from Jupiter. Pull up a frosted glass chair and tuck into your tuna tartare and eggplant-scampi timabllo (casserole) before you're beamed up or happy hour ends, whichever comes first.
-
Yar Bistrot
Once the pitchers (yes, pitchers) of vodka start pouring around , you'd better order some borsch and blinis; it's going to be another long, outrageous night at rococo Russian Yar. Tonight you're going to party like it's 1899, the Iron Curtain never went up or came down and men in fur coats weren't necessarily Italian fashion designers.
-
Yguana
It's a jungle out there during happy hour, when trailblazers lead expeditions to the packed buffet and back out to coveted kerbside wicker chairs. Head to the rainforest-themed balcony, where seats aren't such an endangered species.
