Leave office stress behind and go where the music's loud and the room's dark.
Go deep downtown to learn some Italian and maybe some co-ed.
Candlelight and booths in four rooms of 'who cares' style for local artists being squeezed East.
Top Pick!
Glam, sexy kitsch haven for ruggedly handsome gearheads and the dolls that ride with them.
Ultra-trendy tapas and by the glass vintages for winos who play as architects by day.
All class inside, posh, with just enough eccentricity to keep conversation flowing amongst a diverse gathering.
Jet fuel strength margaritas, festive South o' border atmosphere and a mix of tourists, post-work financiers, Downtown-fleeing artists and Latin Eastsiders.
Divier than Greg Louganis. Cheap drinks, a cheaper dance floor and a golden Garrett Morris.
- Cicada
- Downtown
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Restaurant Bar
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Open
Jacket required, fancy-pants. Cicada might refer to the only sound you'll hear on quiet weeknights.
Wine bar done California casual.
At the 21st floor, turn right for sushi, left for dancing.
This is Old Downtown, gloriously preserved and enjoyed by developers, Scotch hounds, and bankers.
Hit or miss cocktail flirting at old speakeasy of comfy couches and take-out bar for cameras, cigarettes, n' rubbers.
Homey karaoke den gets hardcore pyrotechnical on Firecracker Fridays; heavy on the Mos Def, light on the Jeezy.
Old neighborhood favorite with a cast of hard-drinking characters who appreciate their city.
Feckless alcoholic womb tucked in narrow Opium Den Chinatown crawl space.
Like a straight-friendly Mexican leather bar where authentic urban ranchero and banda meet Madge and breakbeats.
Buds are $1, cocktails (if you wanna refer to them as such) are $2.50, but you wouldn't really call these happy hours at this dive for serious alkies.
- La Cita
- Downtown
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Indie Bar
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Velvet Rope
Dance right alongside Shepard Fairey spinning, while begging that Kat Von D-alike for another cigarette on the ghetto patio, ripped.
Mexican disco of strange hours and inaccessible locale can't stop the few, brave and kitsch-obsessed.
Literary lounge for those who can balance a volume or two with their choclate-y Old Rasputin Stout and Belgian Tripels.
- Mayan
- Downtown
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Club
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Velvet Rope
Upscale superclub of wild décor and source of Digweed insperato draws Latin majority.
Bachelorette partiers, guy packs, and Asian youth all get wasted in classic Chinatown haunt that looks like the setting of a dark Maggie Cheung flick.
A wild night here confirms it's definitely a pirate's life for us.
A remedy for what, exactly? We're guessing the workday?
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