We’re not necessarily saying you should, but if you took your grandma to Bill’s Supper Club, she might launch into a story about how one of FDR’s cousins once bought her a drink in a place like this. Set in a 19th-century townhouse, Bill’s has been a Midtown fixture since Prohibition, when it was known as Bill’s Gay Nineties (that’s the 1890s). It’s been through some changes since then, with the current design and menu inspired by post-war Manhattan.
On the ground floor, fast-talking bankers and consultants celebrate deals over punchy cocktails in a bar with a pressed-tin ceiling. Up a narrow staircase, there’s a dining room filled with red booths and photos of jazz musicians, candles in coupe glasses, and swanky chandeliers. If you need an escape from your desk, or to meet a colleague for dinner, stop by for a drink or two, and some fine but forgettable bistro fare, like a cheesy tarte flambé, or a burger—especially if you can’t get a table at Monkey Bar across the street.