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We remain suckers for the speakeasy entry. Chandeliers mark stairs leading to Twin Peaks-vibed drinking hole. Basement decked with more chandeliers, long bar notched with dioramas. Taxidermy and fleabag couches. Grungy in a good way, though crowd is too young to yet be creased by care and disappointment. Low on pretense, stellar DJs, could be your perfect home away from home.
Roman lair beneath Travertine. Ruby-red banquettes signal Empire-era ambitions. Epic murals and Persian carpets. Disco, of Bungalow 8 fame, working the door. Tommie Sunshine holding down the DJ boo... read more
Sasha's not-so-secret secret spot. (It wasn't a secret when that girl on the PATH train knew about it, and it's not secret now that the number's out.) Read the rules. Do not ask the ladies for digi... read more
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