With a 90-person capacity, Minibar lives up to its teeny name. But the airy, modern decor stops the place from feeling cramped, and the sauce selection is more exotic than any you'll find in a hotel room fridge. The bar focuses on infused liquors, so expect to see thick chunks of watermelon or pineapple chilling in glass canisters full of vodka; the tequila selection is equally toast-worthy.

As for the crowd, the overdressed and under-friendly gaggle that used to camp at Felt moved on to different digs when Minibar took over. The current crew dresses to preppy perfection, opting for khakis and designer jeans instead of slinky black getups. The cool-mode attitude of days of yore has been replaced by a warm and welcoming vibe put out by the staff of utterly pretty men who, er, man the bar. Every straight girl clamoring for a barstool (the best spot from which to enjoy the muscled view) will face competition from a Boys Town lad. But so far no squalls have broken out, cinching Minibar's status as a spot that's equally friendly to gays and straights.

Centerstage Reviewer: Jennifer Berg