Butterfield 8 - Midtown. It's packed with stiff, lifeless joints that are perfect for awkward corporate lunches…and nothing else. Enter Butterfield 8. Classy and flirty, it's the rare midtown bar you could actually come to on a date. In a cozy room with 100 years of history (literally), the walnut floors, chandeliers, and mahogany walls evoke an undeniable nostalgia. Even the name is nostalgic: inspired by an old phone list, "Butterfield 8" was the neighborhood's code until the 1960's. Don’t come looking for a night of debauchery; you'll still spot the occasional suit and blackberry clipped to a belt. But with a restaurant menu chock full of comfort food, 9 plasma TVs, and signature Dirty Blue Martinis (topped off with blue cheese stuffed olives), you can't ask for more this close to Grand Central.