Midtown, Manhattan · bar
At Pebble Bar, you’re moving through four floors of a narrow 1830s townhouse wedged between Sixth Avenue and the NBC studios, each level louder than the last. The second-floor bar is standing room only and packs out early. Oysters come Rockefeller-style with pistachio butter and believe it or not, they land. Get in before the after-work wave hits or plan to fight for space.
Cinnamon bourbon, apple brandy, clarified apple — the drink that tastes like autumn.
Maine lobster, tarragon aioli on a Martins Potato Roll — the splurge that makes sense.
Pistachio butter, breadcrumbs, pickled red onion — a knowing nod to the address.