Bombay Club

‘Why yes Lord Snarkypants, I did indubitably have a very fine martini in the colonies.’ ‘Surely you jest, Sir Tweedybottom! Wherever did you find one?’ Right here, guys. In complete defiance of the Bourbon St jungle, Bombay is a study in Raj-era refinement, all overstuffed armchairs and candlelit tables. It’s about sipping and savoring, rather than guzzling by the gallon, although a few of these bad boys will get you as wild as anyone who’s detonated a Hand Grenade. The list of over 100 martini cocktails, bound in leather, includes all those deadly vodka concoctions that veil the alcohol in frivolous fruity flavors. Of course, you can also order a stiff Churchill model (gin with just a whiff of vermouth). It’s a friendly enough place, and cigar smoking is permitted and even encouraged. Live jazz combos perform most nights.