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Jewel-box-sized tapas bar that's a carnival of flavor, texture and color.

Inside a looming office building are the three private-party spaces that make up 101 River Views.

From the owners of trendy neighborhood spots like Welcome to the Johnsons, Loisaida, and Belly comes this below-the-radar late-night haunt.

Serge Becker of La Esquina nudges former twenties-styled rock hangout 6's and 8's a few decades forward.

They supply the room. You supply the party.

Hotelier Jason Pomeranc's elegant members-only rooftop bar.

A members-only bar with a retractable roof, upholstery from Stephen Sprouse, and drinks and small plates care of Shang.

For the financial district’s youngest suits, a dive that serves up college nostalgia in the form of nightly beer pong and a late-night kitchen.

Plugged-in downtown fashionistas open a throwback tavern and dance den for their cool-kid friends.

Another candlelit wine-and-beer bar from the owners of the room and the otheroom.

NYC's best bar for shooting pool uninterrupted.

Mixologist Albert Trummer attempts to bring "Old Singapore" to the Bowery.

The music venue that helped forge the thriving music scene on the Lower East Side, and the home of punk/metal karaoke.

The city’s most rigorous bartenders preside over this Tokyo-style underground drinks den.

With drinks in teacups and a hidden entrance, this hideaway boasts all the glamour of a 20s-era speakeasy.

Café Select’s back room — formerly accessible only to the select few via the kitchen — now has a sexy separate entry via a sidewalk grate and a long utility tunnel.

There's an intimate drinking oasis within this chi-chi playground of a bistro.

That bar with the crazy bathrooms is the ultimate example of SoHo lite.

The garden is gone from the latest LES location, but the tree-trunk tables and mounted deer's head are still intact.

A narrow, high-beamed rectangle designed by Marcel Wanders and intended for displaced Meatpackers looking to talk about the latest film fest.

Taking its stylistic cues from the brothels and opium dens of old 1930s Macao, this restaurant basement lounge is red and dim and raucous.

Every bartender and cocktail waitress at this downtown Irish pub sports a ruddy, cheerful expression and purls in a soothing brogue.

Packed into this narrow barroom is just about every piece of kitsch that Aer Lingus would allow the owners to drag back.

The owners of this wine bar offer a more sedate scene than Jeremy's Ale House up the block and have very different tastes in wine.

Karaoke like it's meant to be, with sushi, sake, and a roomful of strangers.