Party like a rap star at Jay-Z's semi-retirement home. Fisheye not included.
Casual bistro clad in the last hunks of New England barn not yet brought to Manhattan.
Flatiron District location of ubiquitous "Gap for hipsters."
Kitchy cute for the urbane gal.
Rises above the sushi masses with an offer you can't refuse.
Fleur de Sel's tastes of Brittany now available in brasserie form.
New indie rocker hosting artists you put on your iPod for show while you're really listening to "Since U Been Gone" again.
WWII-themed tapas joint. Replace flank tactics with flank steak.
Baby sister to Craft serves up haute bar snacks and bougie-modern buisness lunches.
Chef Wise's artful improvisations, $10 a pop every night but Tuesday.
Sleep like the Swedish do.
Flowing daily uniforms for aged hippies.
Music biz minor leagues, but definitely AAA.
Secret consignment shop for new hauteness.
Precious cocktailing in the heart of the worker bee hive. Spill some muddled fruit on your spreadsheets.
Gypsies with health care grinding on red vinyl. Negative celeb quotient keeps vibe manageable.
Swedish-conceived faux label branding for low budget devotees.
Americana grill-themed chain shockingly enjoyed by otherwise finicky, anti-chain Manhattanites.
Upscale Lebanese moves miles beyond falafel.
Intermixed style runs deep at Flatiron location of hot one-stop style-shopping.
The Velour Tracksuit propelled the brand to notoriety—a favorite among desperate housewives and privileged tweens.
All-American, buttoned-up accessories line reminiscent of Jackie O. ladylike qualities.
Twenty-four hour bistro dishing up consistent French.
Victorian pub with just enough antiquery to make you feel grand.
For make-up artists and their muses.
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