Some people prefer not to be forced into conventional categories, from Tom Hanks, who proved with stuff like Saving Private Ryan that he's not just a comedian, to RuPaul, who's always believed that stereotypes are a real drag. Get nourished at a resto that feels the same way, but wears less eyeshadow: Three Sheets
Opening Friday, Sheets is a comfortably furnished dinner den with cushy brown leather couches, a chandelier of clear glass globes, and curtained-off red-draped private dining areas, regularly hosting live rock/blues/jazz/funk bands and serving small plates, signature 'tails, and cigars; despite its looks, the owners claim it's neither a lounge nor a club, and that "Three Sheets" can mean absolutely anything, presumably including how Orthodox Jews have surprisingly unsafe sex. Soak up cocktails like the Maker's/Creme de Mure/grapefruit juice "Whirling Derbish", or weather-inspired sips like the pear brandy/potato vodka/Asian pear juice "Cloud" and the "Storm", with honey, lime, brown sugar, Gosling's Black Seal rum, and natural ginger ale by Fever Tree -- drink until you start singing "Fever Dog", and the barkeep'll replace it with a glass of Stillwater. For those crazily not on a liquid diet, there're fig-jammed, grape leaf-wrapped Duck Confit Cigars (w/ guajillo chili sauce), a St. Bernardus-braised boneless short rib w/ roasted new potatoes, seared New Bedford scallops, or the "Trio of Sliders": Caprese, roasted chicken salad (w/ bacon & jalapeno), and thankfully, Angus instead of Jerry O'Connell and the guy who looks like Dom DeLuise
There'll also be a separate "feature" bar with rotating deals from beverage companies, and at any point, you can hit the humidor for Cohibas, Montecristos, or other stogies, then head to the main bar to start puffing, where you should pay rude onlookers no mind -- they're just jealous you're not offering them a drag. Or any of your cigar.