Gaslight

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For those whose sneakers get tangled in the velvet ropes of the Meatpacking District, a haven of acceptance can be found at Gaslight, where the crowd runs the gamut from glossy to nonchalant. Its damask drapes, antiquarian furniture and interior of dark wood conjure visions of Sherlock Holmes' parlor, but the hip-hop and indie pop blaring from the speakers makes it feel like a friend's living room. The clientele varies with the time of day—weeknights teem with Oxford shirts in every shade and stripe imaginable while on Sunday afternoons you'll spy locals in T-shirts. During the summer, Gaslight reaches the height of its ornamental charm by thrusting open its French doors and providing unparalleled views of New York's best dressed on their way to Soho House or Lotus. In the winter, the fireplace, comfy couches and warming drinks provide ideal conditions for cold-weather snuggling. — Emily Witt