Announcer: Let’s get ready to crumble! In the southwest corner, hailing from the mighty Chang ...
Announcer: Let’s get ready to crumble! In the southwest corner, hailing from the mighty Chang ...
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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?)
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.
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.
Think you’ve had real ramen? The way-popular Tokyo export serves noodles thick and thin in an amazing fishy-but-not-too-fishy shio broth. Great for solo dining (sit at the bar and watch the kitchen).
Barcelona style comes to Noho in subway-tiled walls, wooden tables, a wine loft, and diners clinking glasses of cava while eyeing the bar of cured meats and cheeses and sharing tapas.
Corridor-size digs house a bicoastal raw bar and eager, seafoodie patrons. Fifty bucks gets you a taste of almost everything on the menu.
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.