We could tell you, but we’d...
... rather talk about The Nice Guy, a new spot from the Shorebar/Bootsy Bellows/Hooray Henry’s crew that looks like a ’70s mobster hangout but is really just a great place for cocktails in flasks—it’s now taking reservations for Friday’s debut.
It’s like a beautiful merger between the Copa and a late-’70s living room—a windowless, dark-wooded warren of dusky lighting and floral-upholstered booths that seem appropriate for you, a bunch of friends and probably a couple girls who auditioned for the last moll parts on Boardwalk Empire’s final season. (See the slideshow.)
First: secure reservations. Second: secure your booth. Won’t take long for your table to be littered with flasks sipped between hushed whispers—those flasks are The Chairmans, filled with whiskey and a salted cola reduction—over the trilling of the piano man.
Once everybody’s hungry, you might expect classic red-sauce Italian. But you’ll get blue crab arancini and duck banh mi pizza. (See the menu.)
And if the evening actually does demand discretion, or at least solid Goodfellas referencing, book the chef’s table—it’s in the kitchen, under what looks like an FBI board about some criminal syndicate. Really it’s just pictures of the people behind this place.
But you didn’t see nothing.