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The East Village has changed a lot since 1990, when Big Bar opened, but the passage of time and gentrification seem to have stopped at the borders of the bar's cool little red-lit room. As old blues tunes play, five black vinyl booths (Big Bar is actually tiny) fill early in the evening with conversation-minded patrons who like the lights low and the vibe mellow. Ten stools surround the miniature bar where, as often as not, the bartender with brown-plaited hair serves drinks with a "no fuss, no muss" philosophy. Neither a dive nor a lounge, it is a pleasant little spot with a solid selection of scotch, a single beer on tap, and music set at a volume that you can easily hear what your date just whispered in the dark. — Kathryn McGrath