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In the whitewashed Cycladic haze of Mykonos, where sunburned shoulders meet €1,000 sunglasses and house beats blur into crashing waves, a new spirit has arrived—not just in the glass, but in the air itself. Chrome…
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The old Cuban cocktail manuals spoke in code—recipes cloaked in metaphor, whole drinks lost to time and translation. One of them, a forgotten classic called the Montana, has resurfaced not in Havana or Miami, but…
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If you know, you know—and if you don’t, Bar Selecta doesn’t seem all that bothered about explaining it to you. That’s part of the charm. Tucked down a rear entry at 717 Glenferrie Road in…
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Martinis from a Martininator, rock and roll on blast, and a vending machine full of Buzz Balls. There’s a new god on Paradise Row, and it doesn’t care about your cocktail hierarchy. All My Gods,…
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Somewhere just off Shoreditch High Street, behind the old stone face of a Grade II-listed building, a quiet agave revolution is underway. It’s called Little Fires, and it opened to the public on July 25,…
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There are certain phrases that, once upon a time, had gravitas in Manhattan: duck à l’orange, lobster thermidor, cordon bleu. Once the vernacular of tuxedoed waiters and multi-course nights, they became punchlines to the fast-casual…
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There’s a new bar in Las Vegas, and it doesn’t just serve drinks—it unspools a narrative. Doberman Drawing Room, now open at 1025 S. 1st Street in the Las Vegas Arts District, is the latest…
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High above the London skyline, 52 floors up in The Shard, Gŏng bar has launched a new signature cocktail menu titled Nature & Earth, a poetic and transportive experience that charts the botanical lifecycle through…
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By all accounts, The Four Horsemen could’ve coasted. Ten years in, the Michelin-starred Williamsburg wine bar had established itself as one of the neighborhood’s most influential dining rooms—a place where people came to speak in…
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There’s something about Osaka, that supposed “kitchen of Japan,” that makes you realize—halfway through your third whisky highball and seventh skewer of chicken cartilage—that Tokyo’s buttoned-up pretensions were never really the whole story. If Kyoto…