G, L at Metropolitan Ave.-Lorimer St.
Designer John McCormick (Maison Premiere, Spritzenhaus) was training to become a yoga instructor and reading a lot about sacred geometry while planning this old-timey live-music bar. He appointed Joseph Mitchell’s Mazie, the kindly woman who looked out for local drunks, patron saint and filled the space with décor sourced from a range of symbolic locations. A vaultlike fridge from a Buddhist monastery stands on proud display behind the bar; the ceiling is adorned with belt-driven fans cast by Amish artisans; and the walls are flanked with wood salvaged from the nuns’ sleeping quarters of a Catholic girls’ school. Follow the narrow corridor that leads to an outdoor space draped with grape vines; descend a rickety staircase to St. Charles Cellar, the bar’s moody subterranean restaurant; or just stay put and take in the nightly schedule of genre-tripping live music, best enjoyed over a chilled bottle of Rioja ($44) or a classic Hanky Panky ($10).
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.