Lucille's

It's teeny. It's tiny. It's packed. It's perfect. How can you go wrong with a wall-to-wall bar overflowing with booze and seafood? You can't. Talk about having your priorities straight. The bar literally fills two thirds of the space, leaving room for only a handful of tables. Blue light cascades over shiny, happy, skinny-jeaned twenty-somethings, slugging back oysters and vodka cocktails. Lip-smacking ribs that B.B. King would approve of (the place is named after his guitar), Caesar salad with fried oysters, and a lobster BLT. OMG. Go. Go now.