Every house cocktail at this speakeasy (under Patisserie Chanson on 23rd) has some sort of gimmick or theme. One tastes like a refreshing alcoholic iced tea and arrives in a golden genie lamp with smoke coming out of it. Another—made with spiced rum and prickly pear—is suspended from the ceiling like a house plant. We genuinely can’t decide if that’s cool or the most ridiculous thing ever. The decor and limited food options (salmon crudo and beef sliders, e.g.) aren’t quite as interesting as the drinks. There are a few small tables with plush round seats and a long bar with some high chairs for two. We’ve dubbed those “loveseat bar stools.”
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