The Place To Be In NYC: Best Bars In NYC
Best Bars In NYC Get dressed, for you are going someplace fabulous and transporting. You’d be forgiven if your internal GPS went on the fritz in this knockout room, which recalls the Hall of Mirrors thousands of miles away. With giant crystal chandeliers dangling overhead, Champagne served in lead crystal flutes that are heavy in the hand, and scarlet walls that recall the City of Lights’ most refined rooms, this bar is a beauty. Bar stools are more like thrones; it’s hard not to feel like royalty when you’re here.
Daylight floods in through sprawling old windows at this century-old watering hole ideal for day drinking. A welcome break from the comedy club-hawking flyer guys of Greenwich Village, Dante was established in 1915, and after a century it snagged new owners, a co-owner with heavy cocktail cred (Naren Young), and a faded grandeur vibe that conjures its famous regulars—Patti Smith, Hemingway, Anaïs Nin—of yore. There are aperitivi and Bellinis, obscure Amaro and bitters, and a “Negroni Sessions” menu for which its fans flip.
Come here—a minimalist shelter from the storm of Lower East Side partiers—for okonomiyaki, sleek Japanese design, and excellent highballs. Kenta Goto, owner and barman, was once at Pegu Club, and has retained that famous bar’s excruciating attention to detail. It shines in his highballs—look for anything with yuzu—and the delicate coupe cocktails, such as one made with a rosy cherry blossom, sake, gin, and maraschino. The food here is not an afterthought. The okonomiyaki—that killer Japanese izakaya drinking standard of fried cabbage and kewpie mayo, dancing with bonito flakes and stuffed full of pork belly, rock shrimp, and squid—is some of the best in town.
The Bar Room
When some of New York City’s elite publishing companies moved downtown, their new neighborhood required great hotel bars for those with expense accounts and a story to tell. Thank goodness for the Beekman. Because it’s in a hotel, you might land a seat at the bar—a gorgeous number with teal stools and a green-and-gold motif—between a *Vogue* editor and a tech millionaire here from Dubai. This is a proper cocktail spot; look for the James DeVille, a bracing bourbon and absinthe cocktail that seems to suit the glimmering, low-light decor. Or go for beer; there’s a solid list on tap.
Hotel bars are nothing new, but the NoMad Bar—just around the corner from the NoMad Hotel on Broadway—takes the bar to another level. The bi-level space echoes the hotel’s design, with dark wood and plush leather seating that makes you feel as though you’re drinking in someone’s old library. The menu is more low key, with bar bites like bacon-wrapped hot dogs and a riff on the hotel restaurant’s famed roasted chicken (except here, it’s pot pie with black truffles). And make sure to order one of the famous cocktails, which range from the classic (a refreshing, old-fashioned Pimm’s Cup) to the over-the-top like a $198 Viuex Carre made with 50-year-old cognac and rare Sazerac rye whiskey.