Macaroni Bar

Dark, slick and stylin' -and we're not just talking about the carefully sculpted facial hair -though there's an abundance of that. This is Eurotrash in all its glory: tight pants, short skirts, spray tans and big bar tabs.
Don't even think of stepping through the door without the perfect man-pedi. Gentlemen, this applies to you, too. If you're not Italian, pretend you are. On weeknights, sophisticated diners get tête-a-tête munching on tuna tartare and and gnocchi poutine in snug black leather booths. On weekends super-glossed lips sip champagne cocktails at the packed bar as the dj spins beneath sky-high white walls basked in purple light.