A Rob Roy presented in a plastic pillow vacuum-sealed with lavender-scented air. An Old Fashioned encased in a hollow eggshell of ice. A vac-pot tea-infused drink steeped tableside. If The Aviary’s cocktails sound pretentious, it’s because they are. But they taste as good as they look—and they’re gorgeous. They’re assembled by a bar staff masquerading as line cooks, busily working behind a transparent screen in the front bar. This is Grant Achatz territory, after all.
THE DRINK TO DRINK: The aforementioned Rob Roy. So smooth, it might make you cry.
KNOW BEFORE YOU GO: Reservations are a must. Don’t come here on a budget either, or you’re missing the point.
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