Dorrian's Red Hand - When they're not summering in the Hamptons or gallivanting on their grandparent's estates in Palm Beach, this is where the rich kids play. But don't be fooled by pearls and Polo ponies – all country club manners are left at the door. Inside this dark and handsome two-room Irish pub, you'll discover the meaning of Ivy League debauchery. For once in their lives, yuppies seem content with a slim selection in the liquor department – and the typical bar food that goes along with it: quesadillas, pasta, burgers. Late night jukebox music includes everything from head-banging rock standards and 80's faves to a little Grease Lightning. Warning: that old-fashioned swinging parlor door shows no mercy. In other words, we don't advise leaving the main room once you down that fifth Jaeger Bomb, unless you want a fat lip.