Brasserie Pushkin

New York

Deciding that Moscow has more to offer gastronomically than Mules capable of turning you into an ass, the city's famed Cafe Pushkin has sent over their head chef to open a Big Apple outpost, whose three stories of opulent, pre-commie nostalgia (angel murals that continue seamlessly onto the banquettes, a hand-carved classical relief on the driftwood ceiling, massive glass chandeliers) include a pastry counter, and a vodka-focused bar, which probably has a really hard time raising itself.