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Asian flavors meet American style at Pichet Ong’s newest, ecofriendly sweets factory. Head downstairs for chocolate pudding with Thai coffee and cocoa pearls or white miso semifreddo.
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Early riser, night owl. No matter your sleeping pattern, you’ll never miss the first meal of the day at this new East Village joint, where it’s all breakfast, all the time. (What could go wrong at the bacon bar?)
Death & Co. crew introduces an intimate Mexican cocktail den working hard to defy tequila stereotypes. (So try not to mention worms in bottles, sticky body shots, or frozen margaritas.)
The last bar in NYC to admit women. The rowdy atmosphere remains in the floor covered in sawdust and demanding barmen (hint: Pay up-front and tip heavily or they’ll stand there and ask for more). The only thing to drink is the house beer, which comes in two flavors — light or dark. What’ll it be, lassie?
Simple, cozy, concrete bar with high stools, small Basque plates, and plenty of strawberry sangria.
David Chang’s exquisite (original) pork and noodle palace is always in demand, but power suits and unemployed writers must wait it out together. Vegetarians openly discouraged.
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Dark wood decor, marble countertops, and low lighting add a European vibe to this laid-back bar, where artsy types sip imported beers and wines by the glass.
Look hard for the entrance and this prohibition-style establishment will reward you with specialty cocktails by resident mixologists, rare brown liquors, and punch bowls of Pimms. Requisite jazz standards play while you fill up on oysters and chocolate lava cake.
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Self-described “beatnik funky clam shack” blends New England flair with hipster je ne sais quoi. Result: a relaxed, take-it-easy atmosphere where the seafood is off the hook (literally). Go ahead, get the lobster.