The Bowery Presents (Drumroll, Please): King's Cross

After visiting R Bar last night to see a friend’s cover band, our group wandered down Bowery to the new bar on the street, King’s Cross. Just south of BBar, the subterranean space is easy to miss, but worth the search -- the lack of signage and storefront only adds to the speakeasy feel (just look for number 356). Once inside, your hipster bartenders will warm your soul with a pint or a mixed drink while you groove to new wave and post-punk, all the while chatting up the hot guy (or girl) standing beside you. I can’t say that there is anything so spectacular about the drink menu here, but I’d go back just for the un-hyped, lounge-y space and the fresh beats. I will have to find my bitters, my jalapeño-infused Herradura and my St. Germain Elderflowery Liqueur elsewhere, but I still choose King’s Cross over aesthetic counterparts like Death & Co. and PDT. Now if only they could get some Crif dogs in there …