No need to thank us. Just promise us one thing:
Finish up what you’re doing, and get yourself a drink here...
At Hudson Malone, an instant classic of a cocktail-and-burger spot from Doug Quinn, now open in Midtown.
Doug’s about as iconic as a barman gets. He was at P.J. Clarke’s forever, listening to tales of woe and dispensing Vesper-martini-driven solace. Now he’s opened this long, dark-wooded universe of humble two-tops and old paintings orbiting the mahogany bar where he plies his craft.
It’s the functioning embodiment of the phrase, “When the day is done...” You come, you belly up. You’re greeted heartily. Doug’ll know your drink after a few visits (a classic Bobby Burns is a good start). He’ll motion for the chef to ready your dry-aged LaFrieda-ness, cheddar and caramelized onion on brioche, and then you just... enjoy.
There’s a list of sacrosanct laws on the wall (“Keep moving forward”) that apply with varying degrees of success to both drinking and life. And in due time, there’ll be a more nightcap-oriented cocktail spot upstairs.
Whole different set of laws there.