It was after 11pm on a Tuesday evening. With nothing to do the next day- and the Summer humidity in play- I craved a margarita. The usual suspects had closed their doors so I walked further down fifth. Alchemy. Only a few tables open, a few people at the bar. The tender was welcoming, delightful.
He poured me a pomegranate margarita: Sauza Gold, Countreau, Lemon, Sugar: tart and precise. Morphine shifted on the Ipod playing through the room.
I've read good things about the food at Alchemy in New York & L magazines. I intend to return.