Ask a stranger if I have a type, and just by looking at me, he'll say yes: finance dudes. Ask a friend if I have a type, and she'll also say yes: DJ, rapper or skater dudes with hand tattoos, grumpy demeanors and criminal records. I may be an upstanding, law abiding, responsible 9 to 5-er, but my type is trouble-- and that has to change. So, I’m embarking on a mission: to visit restaurants and bars that are theoretically full of well-adjusted gentleman, or at least fully-employed ones. I’m hoping to find someone I like inside, even if he's wearing a suit. Consider it a public service, a Zagat Guide for singles in the city. The first in a series after the jump.

The Lobby Bar at the Ace Hotel wins big points, if only for automatically making female patrons feel like “Funny Face-era Audrey Hepburn transported to a 21st century bookshop.” Amongst the “chaise lounges, velvet, suede and couches jammed with people on laptops” you'll either feel like you’ve gotten lost at “the college law library” or are “one slip of the key card away from ‘working’ here.” Not to worry, the men are neither “bold, single nor straight enough to make the first move,” but we hear that changes after a few “signature, muddled cocktails” and consequential “trips to the bathroom to rid one's teeth of seeds and leaves.” Even if your “Fred Astaire never arrives” to physically sweep you off your feet, you’ll leave feeling like if it could happen anywhere, it could happen here: “Ace is the place…for a Don Draper-esque rendezvous.” “Get a room” indeed. Comfort level for a single lady(1-30): 26 Drinks purchased for a single lady: 0 Male to female ratio: 1:1 Single to couple ratio: 1:2 Overheard: “You picked this place, why aren’t you having fun? YOU PICKED THIS PLACE, AT LEAST ACT LIKE YOU’RE HAVING FUN”-- Man to his date. Chances of returning (1-30): 20