I realize I’m a bit late to the trough but nevertheless let me heap high praise upon the meticulously crafted cocktails being concocted down at Death & Co., where quality is enjoying a triumphant – if expensive – ascendency over quantity. It’s the next best thing to firing up a Dunhill. (Though be warned: you know you’re chasing the zeitgeist when you find yourself on a Saturday lined up at 5:45PM outside a blacked out storefront in the East Village, sandwiched between a quartet of hipsters gents sprouting artfully sculpted facial hair and bedazzled couples from Long Island traveling in packs of six – for safety’s sake, natch.)
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