Pravda

Having fallen from its place on the hot list serves this clandestine underground lounge and its imported-vodka devotees well. Without pressure to impress, its dramatic interior casts a much warmer glow. Moscow mementos and Cyrillic scrawlings are just a stylistic footnote to well-loved leather club chairs, tiny tables and a golden ceiling that arches low--as if you're holed up inside a loaf of baking bread. The patrons are no longer model-slammin' gorgeous, but fans and friends still flock. (Source: Citysearch.com)