It’s Wednesday, the last night of NYC Without Reservations, and I’m completely ashamed at how relieved I am. Between the time zone difference, a full day in a strange office with heavy deadlines, a couple of late-night social commitments, and the dedication of my free evenings to foodie jaunts, I’m completely exhausted. Cue soundtrack of The World’s Smallest Violin playing, “My Heart Pumps Purple Piss For You.”
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There's nothing like forcing a New York cabbie to suddenly hit the brakes mid-trip, because your friend has just spotted the legendary Murray's Cheese for the very first time.
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I can only afford to get one sheet to the wind at Pegu Club, but its as tasty a buzz as you'll get anywhere in town. The signature Pegu Club cocktail ($12) is a tart, breezy gin and citrus concoction, blushing pink and nattily dressed with a zester cross-hatched lime wedge. I loved the Jamaican Firefly ($12), a murky rum and ginger beer sipper finished with a sugary slice of candied ginger, but Doug thought it was too sweet. And I wish your $7 got you more than four deviled egg halves, boosted by smoked trout, curry mayo and the sweet crunch of almond chutney. Ward off your liquor-mixer hangover with the glasses of water that accompany every libation. Reservations are not accepted, but if you arrive with a party of ten, you could snag one of their two sexy round booths, swathed in chocolate velvet. The place is a tad too high-clarse for me to enjoy regularly, but I'm willing to pay premium once in a while for a bit of early evening Little Princess fantasy.
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Pegu Club is a place of beauty - a place where physical beauty combines with magnificent mixology. The room is sophisticated with touches of velvet, organic burled wood and Asian-inspired antiquities. It is decidedly adult and truly an oasis in the middle of the mall that is Soho.
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