It's the Little Things

It's the Little Things

On the hottest days in the city, many flock to the outdoor tables that line the streets on every block of the happening neighborhoods. Others descend to subterranean speakeasies with drinks called Rum Swizzles filled to the brim with crushed ice, a whole blackberry and mint sprig to top it off. I fall into the latter category, or at least I did on the first day of our heat wave, when I near desperately fled down the flight of stairs and into the dark, cool bar, Little Branch. Located in the West Village, the bar is unassuming to passersby. The only thing one might notice is the well-dressed man perched outside waiting to check ID's. Once you get past him, it's all about 1950s underground feel. Known for their mixologists, who know how to make a Dark & Stormy, or really any stiff beverage you could possibly desire, this is a destination for sophisticated drinking. Get to know a bartender as you mill near the entrance and watch as patrons enter from the street above, or put your name on a list (you will have to wait), to get intimate with your party of however many (though small groups are best) in the stiff, no-nonsense booths.

» Little Branch, 20 Seventh Ave. S, 212.929.4360

Photo; via smokybeast.blogspot.com