You'll find The Flower Shop on Eldridge Street, wedged between bodywork parlors, dumpling shops and beauty salons. The venue is mostly known for it's downstairs bar which has turned into a scene on weekends but the upstairs also provides dining options and an additional bar. The 70's decor is fantastic, with a cool grandma's house/old time parlor vibe complete with wood paneled walls and vintage wallpaper. The crowd varies by time and day but it's a great place to grab a drink or have weekend brunch.
My world will never tire of Lower East Side bars with a dope playlist and good cocktails. To find the entrance of SoA you will walk through an unassuming coffee shop which hides a massive bar space. I'd describe the interior os prohibition-era hip - ie tons of reclaimed wood and leather bound books. Once inside there will be hoards of girls in the club-esque space swaying to 90's hip hop. The menu is shockingly good for a place that I didn't realize served food (I'm drunk a lot, so sue me). They offer a good mix of super craveable comfort food like short rib tacos, chicken pot pie, and a juicy burger. Their truffle mac & cheese is like crack; I'd stab someone with a fork if they tried to take it from me.
Introducing the West Village's newest chic cocktail bar. Every inch of the space was thoughtfully choreographed by owner Bradford Dunigan from the plush pink booths, to the flower petals outside and the custom neon "we were together, I forget the rest" sign. It is a lifestyle blogger's dream. I could really give a shit less if they serve food, the cocktails are that good. The bar program is wildly creative and insanely delicious. You'll see grown men confidently swigging lavender colored martinis and beauties sipping kale margaritas. They've aptly named drinks after my favorite hobbies like Texts from Last Night & Sleeping With Strangers. The tiny restaurant serves up a great menu of twists on classics, once you're properly on your way to inebriation. Opt for the fried chicken and kale waffles, burrata on candied meyer lemon, or the good ol' kobe burger with pickles.