|Just another night with the beautiful people at Marquee. (Photo credit: Mark Peterson)|
FOUR SEASONS HOTEL BAR
57 E. 57th St.
After work is a little scary—women in tight, cleavage-baring designer clothes prance around, looking to pounce on thick, watch-wearing suits—but late night, the real-deal moguls and heiresses come out to play.
289 Tenth Ave.
You’ll have to fight for attention with the guys flashing black AmEx cards, but the models are top shelf: Gisele, Karolina Kurkova, Natalia Vodianova & Co. hang out in the back room.
165 Ludlow St.
Bands like the Libertines and Interpol have been throwing after-parties at this basement-level bar since it opened late last year. The narrow layout ensures that stars rub elbows with their hangers-on—and they seem more than happy to do so.
58 Stone St.
Hip for a financial-district bar, with close Wall Street proximity and plenty of nooks and crannies to retire to. The action is thickest right after the market lets out on Thursdays, from 5 to 8.
967 Lexington Ave.
This relaxed restaurant is blocks from Lenox Hill Hospital, New York Presbyterian, and every doctor’s office on the Upper East Side. On any given night, you’re likely to spot a well-known physician or surgeon.
Sometimes feisty, sometimes sleazy, but always foolproof, this is the fast food of hookups: no fuss, low-priced, and billions and billions served. The midweek crowd is graying; on weekends, shirtless, college-age barflies score free drinks and gyrate on the corner stage.
STARLIGHT BAR & LOUNGE
167 Ave. A
Girl-on-girl options are often limited to humble neighborhood joints or overblown tourist traps. With its slinky house music, stiff cocktails, and seduction-inspiring sofas, “Starlette” on Sundays is an oasis packed with a wide mix of women.
302 Broome St.
A young, attractive, inebriated bunch attends the 8 p.m. Wednesday reading series at this basement red-lit bar. Quietly pretending to pay attention leaves ample time to spot prey—fittingly, series director Amanda Stern fields requests for e-mail addresses the next day.
160 N. 4th St., Williamsburg
A scruffy crowd arrives by bicycle and pays proper lack of attention to grooming. Look for starving filmmakers on screening nights; lavish praise is a surefire entrée. The man made of Barbie parts is a conversation-starter with starving artists.
BROTHER JIMMY'S BBQ
1485 Second Ave.
Home to baseball-capped legions and tank-topped girls who’ve never met a table that didn’t need to be danced on. Challenge your targets to a drinking contest—try “Swamp Water,” a fishbowl full of vodka that comes with a grenadine-filled alligator figurine, and six straws.
515 W. 27th St.
The Energizer Bunny of celeb watering holes is still pulling boldfaced names from Colin to Mary-Kate in to the VIP banquettes nearest the bar. Slip past the bouncer before 11 p.m., and pass the time before the stars come out.