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- Larry Lawrence
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295 Grand St., Williamsburg, Brooklyn, 718-218-7866
Where do you go when you’ve outgrown Last Night’s Party but you’re not quite ready to stop being cool? Hidden behind an all-but-unmarked hallway entrance, rarely crowded, and covered in beautiful barn-wood paneling, this spacious, serene lounge is a haven for Williamsburg’s gracefully aging artists and intellectuals. The owners play an unobtrusive mix of Pavement, Gorillaz, and Bowie off their iPods, and there’s a glassed-in, elevated smoking lounge out back for a quiet cigarette and a Laphroaig on the rocks. It’s a candlelit oasis where you can talk Foucault without ever being asked if he played Bowery Ballroom last week.
Best Post-Hipster Bar
From the 2006 Best of New York issue of New York Magazine
Competition breeds the best. If only one pizzeria existed in New York, of course, there’d be no real winning slice. Thankfully, we’ll never know what that sorry situation tastes like, since pizza—like dance parties, dog runs, and fried chicken—has to evolve upward here.


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