
We’re at that weird age where some people are ripping tequila shots at Laissez Faire till 3 a.m., and some are picking out engagement rings and fantasizing about their three-story home in Scarsdale. As somebody who doesn’t fully identify as either (leaning towards the former, lol), I’ve become a big proponent of the “spritz & yap” phenomenon.
Where can I wear blazers and a kitten heel, sip on two to three Hugos, and be fast asleep before 12?
Now, let’s be clear. If you invite me to a (free) table at Gospel, I’ll definitely be there, but I often find myself yearning for an overpriced cocktail and overrated steak tartare.
Below, I’ve outlined the most fluent bars in the city… for when I want to wake up early and go to Solidcore.
Dirty martinis with a dirty martini dip to match.
Interior as sexy as the model-esque clientele.
A martini list longer than your Hinge roster.
Red-checkered table cloths, burgers and booze.
Natural wine and an all-natural crowd.
Intimate art-deco lounge with surprisingly good pizza.
Pizza bagels and pistachio mai-tais.
A colorful hotel bar fit for a queen (yes, they do high tea during the day).
A den-like speakeasy with a fireplace and plush seating.
Caesar salad martinis & olive-brine spritzes.
Sensual, sophisticated and ever-so sassy.
Where “dressing for a night out” is mandated.
For when you’re single and ready to mingle.
Appointment-only lounge meets art gallery.
Swanky disco-inspired haunt.
Almost as reliable as your childhood best friend.
Delicious bar snacks and even more delicious suitors.
“Can we have two lychees, hold the syrup?”
Mexico City minus the basic “CDMX” caption.
Beer shots and tator tots.
Le crown jewel of Dimes Square.
Casual drinks with the girls.
That’s hot.
The grand finale to the BondST to Jac’s pipeline.
For when you’re bored of being bored.
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