Heist

If the name Heist conjures up visions of high-profile art thefts, jewel capers, and robberies involving burlap sacks with dollar signs on the side, you're on the right track: this is where the masterminds would gather to toast their latest successful job. From an unassuming--and mostly unmarked--door on Jefferson Place (just west of Shake Shack, if you're lost), you enter into a darkened stairwell, with an illuminated handrail as the only light to guide you to the bar that awaits downstairs. Then you land, and it's dazzling. A mosaic of mirrors provides a backdrop for the libations behind the bar, with twists of blue-hued fiber-optic and LED lights above. The bar itself is golden, and shot up full of holes (by varying gauges, somewhere in West Virginia, apparently), giving the appearance of an all-too-recent drive-by; the spent shells are cast into resin-topped VIP tables. Deeper inside the bar, gold vertical bars frame vignettes of crimes scattered throughout the space, including a replica of the famous Gardner Museum break-in.

Although the bar's focus is champagne, there's a good chance that, unless you've actually committed a crime recently, you won't be splurging on a $25,000 Methuselah of Armand de Brignac; various Doms, Moëts, and Veuves grace the bottle service list as well. Or if you prefer something less bubbly, the Gold Rush is a safe bet, with Bulleit bourbon (naturally), honey, and lemon juice. Other fittingly-named drinks such as the vodka-based Bonnie or the tequila-based Clyde are also available. Drink in hand, you'll want to head back toward the surveillance footage of slightly less masterful criminals holding up fast food restaurants, where the custom CNC-milled DJ booth bumps out the themesong to your own next swindle: getting that number. Failing that, at least you can relieve yourself in a golden urinal.