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Manhattan's golden age creaks on at this classic NYC bar and grill.

Takes its cue from the South Beach party scene, hotel rooftop and all.

Gimmicky shots and a midnight happy hour: It's a frat party all over again for young midtown professionals.

Three blocks and as many pay grades separate the dual midtown Blaggards outposts, but not much else: Both serve as flip sides of the same function-over-fashion greasy spoon for thirsty businessmen and Jersey-transit riders.

Three blocks and as many pay grades separate the dual midtown Blaggards outposts, but not much else: Both serve as flip sides of the same function-over-fashion greasy spoon for thirsty businessmen and Jersey-transit riders.

Perhaps the best of the city's blarneys, but not the place to discuss your plans to build or renovate with nonunion labor.

Dorothy Parker's former haunt attracts highballers nostalgic for old New York.

A sports bar that reaps the benefits of being right across from MSG.

At this carefully overproduced "wine cellar," the staff practically outnumbers the customers.

A standard bar with a distinct crowd.

A Korea Town karaoke lounge with private rooms you can rent into the wee hours of the morning.

As long as the doors are open the crowds keep coming for salsa y merengue at this legendary Latin club. NOW CLOSED

A midtown standby that’s a bit torn between pre-theatre menu and its happy hour.

Each winter, an urban metamorphosis takes place at the Dream Hotel, when the terrace of the breezy Ava lounge becomes the snowed-in Crystal Room.

Its East Side twin may be closed, but Divine Bar West is still blazing the pairs’ have-a-blast-with-wine mission statement.

The midtown-bar formula is not broken here, but it’s satisfyingly cracked a bit.

A loft-like space in need of the right high-powered publicist.

If youre in a celebratory mood, Flute is the place to be.

This K-town karaoke joint is best left for real karaoke enthusiasts: the place is a bit too dingy and random for casual fun

This 14th-floor roof deck on top of the Hotel Metro is surprisingly fun.

A multilevel midtown pub with something for everyone.

iBop Karaoke is worth the trek to unsexy midtown

An incongruously elegant karaoke bar, well suited to self-conscious singers who can perform right from their seats at the bar.

Mark Jack Demsey’s as another solidly uninspiring entry in that common Midtown bar type: the faceless, spotless, all-but-nameless midtown drunk tank disguised as an olde worlde Irish pub.

The upper-midtown location of the Karaoke mini-chain.