265 Elizabeth St, between Houston and Prince 212.334.2426
From the beaches of Ibiza to the highways and byways of the Bang Bus, men travel far afield to wallow in depravity. For a convenient locus of moral turpitude, try Elizabeth.
From two former Country chefs and a Los Dados mixologist, E's a rakishly noir drinker's den combining the luxury of a Monte Carlo casino with the villainy of a pirate's lair (for card sharrrghks?). Space-wise, E has you in three licentious zones: a black-banquetted, marble-bar'd salon decked with T2-esque gleaming skull lamps, a fireplace'd cardroom w/ vintage gaming posters and tessellated chandeliers, plus a 50-seat patio, the roof of which retracts so smoothly, it's like watching structural striptease. As for quaffing, E pours tweaked classic cocktails (the tequila/chili/cucumber Double Down, a pisco/shochu/pomegranate Pisco Sour, etc), plus four microbrews including the Colorado stout Out of Bounds and the Gauntlet-sounding Belgium ale Gulden Drak ("Dwarf needs beer. Dwarf is dying.")
Being a restaurant, food is available, mainly in the form of small plates (poached hen egg, spring lamb, mushroom risotto, etc), the gnoshing of which bespeaks the ultimate depravity: contemporary American tapas.
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