I continued to feed my curiosity for hotel bars last night: Smyth is a stone's throw from my apartment, in Tribeca- lending the spot to tempt my patronage. Upon entering, I felt a bit discouraged: slightly sterile, much too open with the grossly exposed bar-I decided to forgive for the exchange of a seat in one of the side nooks. As well, the tiled detail in the vaulted and curved ceiling is quite sleek and modern. I regret not sampling their signature cocktail list, but the prosecco was ideal for the evening's agenda. The bar keep maintained excellent service- ensuring that the glasses before the patrons were never empty.
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