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This spotless speakeasy grew from the ashes of Hanger Bar, a foster home for vintage clothes and drunk punks, and it’s not particularly modest in its rebirth: Elsa is now a pristine testament to the all-powerful union of brand-new and antique, assembled with airtight attention to detail. The place nurses a refined, factory-like feel, where subdued Edison-bulb and candle lighting casts a honeyed glow on creamy walls and pinewood benches still heavy with the essence of sawdust and handcraft. And then there’s the fully functioning women's clothing shop, located in a tidy alcove of the bar; sure, it’s a decorative façade, but a clever one. Selection isn’t Elsa’s strongest suit, but applejack cocktails appeal and artisanal brews right off the pages of beer trade magazines can be drawn, for shockingly reasonable prices, from a tap disguised as an ancient Singer sewing machine. The whole thing is run by well-heeled servers and sound-tracked with airy chanteuses and age-old garage rockers. — Patrick Coffee