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On a quiet block just west of Union Square sits this hotel-ish bar with a twist: There's no hotel attached! The wood-paneled walls, white-tiled floors and bartenders in pressed white shirts and black ties may say "old money club," but nobody's really fooled by what's essentially a neighborhood bar for the lower Park Avenue nouveau riche. Suave young turks in Hugo Boss suits and the ladies who love them sip pricey glasses of Veuve Clicquot in the intime setting. But if it's Saturday night, you may want to think twice about coming here for that round of kir royales—weekends can get annoyingly busy. — Charles Runnette