Missed the Jitney? No matter. Pack your brightest tennis shirt, the one with the green crocodile, and a-mosey on down to Bar Martignetti in Soho.
You’ll find others who couldn’t afford the Hamptons, couldn’t get to the Hamptons, or couldn’t admit they couldn’t afford nor get to the Hamptons. Khakis and sundresses and brown shoes and clickety-clack heels in the early evening network amid a joyful noise—Bob Marley’s greatest hits—and sip $11 bellinis, $7 beers and cheap wine that pours at around $30 a chilled bottle.
You could take this bar home to meet your mother. Indeed, Bar Martignetti--from the cheery wait staff to the breezy clientele to the magazine rack (Town & Country, Fader, that old GQ with Lindsey Lohan on the cover)--wraps itself in a familiar blanket of non-threatening frivolity.
The Times labeled it preppy earlier this month; we label it precious.