Named for the address of the first black-owned bar in the city (it’s confusing, I know, as this isn’t on “Orange Street”), this tiny, super-hip cocktail haven serves up creative libations, often made with home infused liquors (I had an excellent Manhattan made with cigar-smoke infused bourbon), and bearing such tongue in cheek names as “The Color Purple” and “Cleopatra’s Lust”. The bar can be hard to find, as the windows are totally covered with drapes, so look for the address.