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Its East Side twin may be closed, but Divine Bar West is still blazing the pairs’ have-a-blast-with-wine mission statement. The outlandish décor—zebra-striped stools, bright orange walls, a chrome bar—embodies the young, fruity, California-heavy wine list and fifteen funky-named flights, like a Bunch of Blancin' Blancs. Selections are described in equally playful, non-oenophile terms on the menu. The theater crowd mixes with well-kempt office workers in the packed downstairs bar, while large groups sample Asian-Med-Mexican tapas (try the slow-roasted glazed-pork kebabs or spicy-chicken empanadas) in the scene-y, couch-filled upstairs lounge. Fifty-plus bottled beers, potent ten-ounce martinis, and the Alice in Wonderland vibe make it the perfect post-work respite, especially considering the other midtown options. — Ben Lebeaux