Handsome buck with views across the still-a-tad-gritty nabes below. The dark, hunting lodge-as-lobby and bar, plus bucolic Italian Gemma juxtapose with airy, Shaker-sensible yet comfy lodgings with industrial windows. Want to find out more? Click here.
Christian Liaigre’s creamy, iron-clad loft fantasy is the perennial it-spot for fashion and media players, though being in the midst of Soho ‘mall’ means frightful crowds. Check out secret SubMercer bar and happening Mercer Kitchen. Want to find out more? Click here.
It’s fine dining post-Madoff in a cool, sorbet white cocoon, with smooth service and phenomenal French fare at fair prices from fiery chef Paul Liebrand. Take the prix fixe menu.
This well-edited boutique is simply it for vintage denim, but if you’re not feeling blue, they also carry a great collection of high-end pre-loved togs and accessories, as well as their own label of contemporary clothing.