Indie rocker/pool shark haven. Get pissed with Amy Wino's bass player.
Party like a rap star at Jay-Z's semi-retirement home. Fisheye not included.
Caffeine freaks get their quaint on.
Gramercy Park location of ubiquitous "Gap for hipsters."
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Michael Bao's storefront tribute to the glorious Bahn Mi.
New indie rocker hosting artists you put on your iPod for show while you're really listening to "Since U Been Gone" again.
Man's man's tapas. Meat good. Make happy. Grunt. Grunt.
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Top-shelf vegetarian Indian, bottom-rung price.
Top-grade sushi minus the pomp, circumstance, and wallet bloodletting.
Manhattan branch of famed Brooklyn sandwichery.
Music biz minor leagues, but definitely AAA.
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Precious cocktailing in the heart of the worker bee hive. Spill some muddled fruit on your spreadsheets.
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Ian Schrager's Bobo bonanza, with tapestries, velvet, and Renaissance color schemes.
Gypsies with health care grinding on red vinyl. Negative celeb quotient keeps vibe manageable.
Twenty-four hour bistro dishing up consistent French.
For make-up artists and their muses.
Authentic Russian from authentic Russians.
Popular lunch spot for Flatiron media types needing to bitch.
Top Pick!
Friendly, timeless spot strong in burgers and beer.
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Chi-town-esque oasis near Union Square, proudly lubricating the locals since 1892.
Makes the city's steak shortlist. Gotta enjoy that expense account while you still can!
Say goodbye to a future of pacemakers and a gut the shape of China. Raw food is real food.
The Belgians can cook something besides waffles?
Retreat from your plastic cube to a tree stump table. Watch out for splinters.
Twin bars from one-two punch of Ian Schrager and Julian Schnabel. Do not inquire about prices for art on the wall.
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