New York Magazine

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

A narrow, disco-hued bar with vaguely Mediterranean fare and a pleasant patio in back.

An eclectic music salon in the spirit, and former location, of the Village Gate.

A ceiling of raw oak slats, a wall engraved in cursive, and a large Roy Nachum piece set the scene for this Chelsea bar.

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

A college bar in the best sense: Cheap beers minus the frat-boy vibe.

A dark, musty sanctuary for rockers, pool sharks and anyone who likes to get stinking drunk.

East Village Irish pub (good for groups) that doesn't beat you over the head with all the usual Paddy signifiers.

Some people are bound to like 123 Burger Shot Beer: These people should be exiled to spend their lives on permanent spring break in Cancun.

A small hotel bar that's low on trendiness but high on coziness.

A beer spot with a buzzer that keeps out the college kids.

A neighborhood joint from the owners of the Magician and Tile Bar.

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

Chinatown dive bar becomes Chinatown dive "nightclub."

NYU students prospect for Goldschlager at this Wild West bar.

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

Girls, bikinis, and one great happy hour.

Manhattan's golden age creaks on at this classic NYC bar and grill.

A thirtysomething Euro crowd convenes at this brownstone bar for watermelon martinis and a Cannes-meets-Miami vibe.

What if Studio 54 had the biggest roof deck in the city? You don't have to imagine it. It just happened.

This icon of East Village boozemanship has been a pioneer since the '80s.

They supply the room. You supply the party.

Co-owners Evan Frost and Angela Salvatore’s clean-cut cocktail lounge may be the perfect antidote to the LES’s dive overkill.

The former home of both Mannahatta and Crime Scene contains a bit of both the former’s glitz and the latter’s grit.

A Penn Station–area bar that is neither Irish nor middling is a rare thing indeed, but 36 West fits the bill.