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" YOU&amp;#039;RE HAVING: AN OLD ALHAMBRA New York hotels used to be famous for their bars \u2014 elegant places where the chemists behind the stick took pride in their mastery. That changed. In recent decades, they&amp;#039;ve become overdecorated spaces where the bartenders roll their eyes at every order for a mojito yet are incapable of making anything better. Well, that&amp;#039;s over. Stand for a second at the entrance to the NoMad&amp;#039;s bar and take in all the dark mahogany and leather, the carved elephants that support the shelves of bottles, and the bartenders, backlit like priests at a pagan ritual. There&amp;#039;s something wicked about the place, which is as it should be \u2014 its neighborhood, back when it hosted most of the city&amp;#039;s best hotels, earned the sobriquet &amp;quot;Satan&amp;#039;s Circus&amp;quot; for the gambling halls, dance halls, and brothels surrounding the hotels. Then have a drink at the bar. The bartenders are real bartenders, and they turn out the kind of potent classic drink that reminds you which side of the good-and-evil ledger the cocktail belongs on. [Forewarning: If the bar is at capacity, you will be turned away so as not to make things uncomfortable for the people already drinking there. Go early.]  1170 Broadway; 212-796-1500 "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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