The Aroma Company

Ballsy martini bar shows city officials the finger (or a doctor's note) to keep smokers inside, and it works, so in the words of Pink Floyd: come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. Bright, grown-up drinks are the strong kind, served on a mosaic bar of shattered color tiles. Wall hangings and chairs picked up at the Jetsons' estate auction. Decent lighting transforms friends' faces into human mood rings. Weekend DJs with bedhead have luscious local MILF's hopping by midnight. And did we mention you could smoke?