Not since the nineties-era Clit Club has the meatpacking district been a destination spot for the Sapphic set.

On Friday and Saturday nights, you can find gays from all over the city at this improbably located D.J. lounge.

Where’d this place come from?

Ducking into the anonymous brownstone that houses Bar Centrale is like stepping into a noir film.

The Pony Bar was founded on two basic recessionary principles: Buy American, and buy cheap.

Looking like nothing so much as a superhero hangout, this cramped, buzzer-entry bar hidden beneath Bushwick’s elevated M-train tracks is crammed with comics memorabilia.

Only the most learned world-beer enthusiasts will know much about the Table’s extensive and constantly rotating menu.

Huckleberry makes up for its decidedly unromantic Williamsburg location by providing all the ingredients for a marathon date.

In East Harlem, better known in nightlife circles for its great merengue and salsa scenes, a honky-tonk bar is somewhat out of place.

For the last decade and a half, this well-carpeted, Russian-owned vodka lounge has taken its awning’s motto, attitude adjustment hour, to heart.