Saved by the fries
So I *finally* popped into Alibi at the Liberty Hotel for a drink this weekend — and yes, I know that I am about four months behind in my chic pub crawl. Let me just say this: Alibi is a cool lounge. Like, New York cool. As soon as I sat down at a high-top table, I knew that I was going to pay dearly for the exposed brick, barred windows, and overall ambiance of the packed room.
[Help! My wallet is caught in a hostage situation!]
But $13 for a cocktail! Surely, someone is jesting. My sickly sweet cucumber, vanilla rum, and mint concoction — "The Cool Hand Cuke"— was only worth about $8. $9 at the most. You see, Alibi, though I said you were "New York cool," you aren't actually located in NYC — what's up with the Big Apple prices? In fact, there's already an Alibi Lounge in Greenwich Village, and it serves $5 apple martinis during happy hour. So there.
The saving grace of my see-and-be-seen trip to the lounge was a platter of Parmesan truffle fries. We split them four tasty ways. However, the bar food is actually from Harvard Gardens, so I'm not sure I can give Alibi the credit for the crispy, cheesy goodness.
Maybe next time I'll stick to wine and fries. Or maybe I'll just go to Highland Kitchen instead.
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