Any questions? Thought not.
Let’s get to it...
You just got out of a Nolita art opening.
You just got out of a Nolita fashion party.
You just got out of a nap where you dreamed about rum-based Old Fashioneds.
Your therapist just suggested you finally confront your fear of large boat parts and/or hip underground cocktail spots.
Some comely person in your vicinity exclaims, “I will sleep with the next person who buys me a cocktail and finds me a seat next to an attractive, nonfunctioning fireplace.”
Your prospective date has a fetish for the material used to make sails (the wraparound banquettes are made of it).
You’re given to vicious late-night cravings for mini lobster rolls with sriracha mayo.
You find out you’re allergic to none of these: fresh lime juice, brandy or cognac.
You realize you enjoy mixed alcoholic beverages.
Well, that about covers it.