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Before it became Ginger’s, the Brooklyn gay bar was its very own neighborhood opera.
- story: Alexander Chee
- illustration: Lydia Ortiz
Before it became Ginger’s, the Brooklyn gay bar was its very own neighborhood opera.
The bourbons and ryes that topped our recent blind tasting, ranging in price from $50 to $500.
The New Orleans music venue was a bastion of consequence-free chaos and eccentricity.
In its prime, the Chicago rock club meant something different to everyone.
We challenged two bartenders to create a series of cocktails using Averna, Braulio and Cynar that evoke the home region of each amaro.
During its idiosyncratic reign, Le Fitzcarraldo adopted a chameleon-like existence, changing forms every other month. Then one day, it disappeared all together.
In “Masters of Tiki,” we spotlight bartenders chasing perfection in one drink. Here, Scotty Schuder on Don the Beachcomber's amplified Daiquiri, the Missionary's Downfall.
Grimy, dark and relentlessly unapologetic, Mars Bar was among the final bastions of a bygone New York.
Since opening in a 100-year-old landmark, Dante has brought new meaning to the Italian-style cocktail, and reaffirmed the iconic space as a New York City mainstay.
A Bar Named Sue was the coolest bar you’ve never heard of, in a town you’ve never been to.
The Other Side was a “best friend” to a generation of LGBT bar goers who were left wondering: Where will we go now?
How Italy’s famous “corrected coffee”—espresso plus booze—came to be.