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Rooms
Every room, by desk and neighborhood. Every name opens the map.
No menu. Tell them what you like and be quiet.
Crystal chandeliers, a red-glass bar, and the most expensive quiet in Midtown.
Standing room, spritz and tramezzini, best corner in the Village.
A speakeasy behind a Chelsea coffee shop, with a copper tub in the middle of the floor.
Murals, piano, thirty-dollar martinis. Worth it once a year.
Cigar smoke, leather and a fireplace: the last Midtown club that isn't selling anything else.
The Surrey's Milanese living room, where the room is quieter than the clientele.
Time-travel rooms. Book it or don't go.
The room that taught New York how to drink.
A fortune teller out front, the best gimlet in the city inside.
Gilt, mirrors and a piano: the Villard Mansion doing exactly what it was built for.
An Upper East Side cocktail bar with a listening room the size of a closet.
The Beekman's basement, where downtown drinks like it's 1932 and means it.
Old-world Paris built into a Midtown side street: piano until midnight, DJ after.
The W Times Square lobby bar, relit and renamed, still the easiest drink in the theater district.
Thirty-fifth floor of the Mandarin, facing the park, with the calmest bartenders in the city.
The Mark's black-leather bar, still the best-dressed room north of 60th.
A NoMad cocktail room that treats design as a course and the martini as a thesis.
The Waldorf's restored promenade, back at a scale that makes one drink feel like an event.
Ring the bell, take the velvet settee, do not hurry.
Velvet, mirrors, piano; the martini arrives on a silver tray.