This isn’t a contest.
But if it were, the award for most vintage bottles of 1966 Billecart-Salmon Cuvée Nicolas Francois champagne per square foot would go to these guys.
And naturally, you like to be associated with winners.
Welcome to Winston’s Champagne Bar, a highly refined watering hole beside the Gansevoort Park Avenue, where the drink selection’s strictly limited to the bubbly stuff (about 140 different bottles’ worth), taking reservations now for Monday’s opening.
Used to be, the only way to surround yourself with this caliber/quantity of champagne was to infiltrate a World Series–winning locker room celebration. Now, there’s also this: a bi-level, seductively silver, deco den where the Dom’s delivered via hand-cut crystal chillers and the caviar grows on trees. We think.
Considering the fine details (velvety plush banquettes, blown-glass chandeliers, flutes filled with Krug), this place is best approached in the aftermath of a successful dinner date. Walking in, you’ll be greeted by a yellow grand piano and an avant-garde swinging soundtrack set in the 1940s. From there, you’ll have two ways to go...
The first leads you to a mahogany table surrounded by wallpapered portraits of Napoleon. The second winds you up a leather-wrapped staircase and into a mirrored brick tasting room. Both routes, however, inevitably end the same way.
Champagne-soaked glory.
But if it were, the award for most vintage bottles of 1966 Billecart-Salmon Cuvée Nicolas Francois champagne per square foot would go to these guys.
And naturally, you like to be associated with winners.
Welcome to Winston’s Champagne Bar, a highly refined watering hole beside the Gansevoort Park Avenue, where the drink selection’s strictly limited to the bubbly stuff (about 140 different bottles’ worth), taking reservations now for Monday’s opening.
Used to be, the only way to surround yourself with this caliber/quantity of champagne was to infiltrate a World Series–winning locker room celebration. Now, there’s also this: a bi-level, seductively silver, deco den where the Dom’s delivered via hand-cut crystal chillers and the caviar grows on trees. We think.
Considering the fine details (velvety plush banquettes, blown-glass chandeliers, flutes filled with Krug), this place is best approached in the aftermath of a successful dinner date. Walking in, you’ll be greeted by a yellow grand piano and an avant-garde swinging soundtrack set in the 1940s. From there, you’ll have two ways to go...
The first leads you to a mahogany table surrounded by wallpapered portraits of Napoleon. The second winds you up a leather-wrapped staircase and into a mirrored brick tasting room. Both routes, however, inevitably end the same way.
Champagne-soaked glory.
