Named for the technique used to make old-timey records, this Americana-inspired spot is decked with ephemera from the golden age of radio, like dogs listening intently to a gramophone (you know how dogs used to LOVE gramophones) and former radio station signs. They've got a middle bar room with a mirrored ceiling that's bookended by a front sitting area and a back room that's private party-able, thanks to a really cool sliding gate. Food like poutine and grilled wild boar sausage are on hand, but the place is definitely drinking-focused. To wit: an accessible selection of beers, plus cocktails like the Menlo Punch, which is essentially iced tea and lemonade with Pimm's No. 1 and your choice of floater, so feel free to John Daly that bad boy up. Scope the pics for more details:
The Nipper's Tail in a julep cup is made with Lillet Blanc, Carpano Antica, ginger beer, and a splash of OJ. This is the one you want to "sip all day by the pool", except they don't have a pool.
The Floozy: strawberries, lime, and syrup muddled together, then finished with vodka. "It's actually not that sweet", but the fact that they garnish it with an actual flower from a bouquet on the bar will make your date think otherwise about you. Yeah, player! Man, you're good.
Tables up front.
The couch- and wood-laden back party room.
With a name that alludes to the process by which early vinyl records were made, this Lower East Side bar is an adage to the glory days of musical recording and pure Americana: vintage radios and phonographs stand resolute behind bottles of bespoke liquor, overlooking a geometric-tiled floor and Downtown Abbey-meets-SoHo speakeasy environs. If you’re not in the mood for delightful bites like the deviled eggs topped with pork belly or traditional heavy hitters like the buttermilk fried chicken, the daily oyster happy hour is spot-on satisfying (especially when paired with The Floozy, a whimsical cocktail of vodka, muddled strawberries and lime, garnished with an actual daisy).