Pravda: “Pravda” means “truth” in Russian, as in the serum you’ll be imbibing when you visit this underground Cold War throwback. An aging outpost of nightspot impresario Keith McNally, Pravda is the lovechild of Soviet industrial chic (galvanized metal tables, chicken wire accents, pirozhki) and French bistro warmth (vaulted ceilings, jazz on the sound system, croquettes). Luckily, the fabulous classes have emigrated to McNally’s newer projects, like Schiller’s Liquor Bar, leaving this cozy caviar bar for the huddled masses. Yummy martinis made with house-infused vodkas and caviar by the ounce cannot be had, however, at proletarian prices. So throw your AmEx down and surrender to the sweet oblivion of Russian vodka. |
