Forget Bordeaux futures—inexpensive bottles are higher in quality than ever before. Toast to the trend by toting your buys to a nearby BYO restaurant.

A pair of great cabaret gigs—while you’re there, raise a martini glass to the memory of Kitty Carlisle Hart.

Slick new venues slug it out for control of the city’s rock consumption.

The High Line naturally has elevated standards. So it makes sense that its namesake festival, curated by David Bowie, would rise to the occasion with top-notch rock, a highbrow underwater film, and smarmy British comedy.

Ian Schrager explains it all.

Where those who were there way-back-when are now.

Don't just down tequila shots at any dive with a tricolor flag: Celebrate the Battle of Puebla by pairing classy cocktails with festive food.

Thirty years after Studio 54 opened its doors, the pretty young things who ran the place are not so young anymore. But they all have stories to tell—even if they can’t tell them to their grandchildren.

Will New Yorkers fall for another faux London club?

When you’re in heavy rotation on MTV and want to hang with the rejects, it’s time to open your own East Village bar.