- A60
- Soho
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Hotel Bar
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Guest List
Top Pick!
Downtown's best rooftop for muddled fruit swilling.
Legal puffing lounge for those who would rather not just buy some Kools at Duane Reade and wait for the crowd to get thick enough to light up.
Dirty dance-pit sweatbox. Unisex eyeliner. Show us what you're working with!
Top Pick!
One of New York's oldest bars, start the night at noon.
Emerald Isle neighborhood lifer stays strong, does not give in to the power of the skinny jean.
- Frog
- Soho
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Lounge
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Velvet Rope
Failed fancy fusion scene reborn as mini club.
Celeb-infested hotel lounge where you, your dog, and Lindsay Lohan can get drunk on the company credit card.
NOW CLOSED. Velvet rope near the Holland Tunnel. We didn't exactly have high hopes.
NYC's first Green club tries to make bottles and models sustainable.
Sangria, tapas, and dancing in the street. Iberia is for lovers.
Jam out in the dark, sexy back of Double Crown.
Soho pioneer, precursor to era of taxidermy chic. Rich cats blowing bank, still.
Soho anomaly, divey and friendly. Leave your posse at home.
You still know all the moves to the Macarena. Don't front.
Top Pick!
OCD cocktail heaven. Pith helmet and ivory cane optional.
Break out the white leather shoes and the massive gold medallion. We're goin' dancin'!
- subMercer
- Soho
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Clandestine, Hotel Bar, Lounge
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Submerce yourself in max exclusivity deep in the bowels of the Mercer Hotel.
Top Pick!
Moroccan-themed rocker. Share in the angst with La Lohan on Sunday night Morrissey fests.
Access!
Nautical hotness with a shot list named for celeb bff's. Order the Bijou's Crack, it's sea sick.
Top Pick!
Granddaddy of the Room bars. One day they should all get together and make a house!
Get soused on muddled fruit, courtesy of that DJ-cum-haute-t-shirt designer-cum-son-of-a-billionaire, in from L.A. for one night only.
TEMPORARILY CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS. Fortress-like semi-private club and assembly line of Page 6 "reporting." You are probably not invited.
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