Gin-Rotation

This is the gin map I wish someone had handed me when I moved here with a half-empty Beefeater and too much optimism. These are the rooms where a martini actually earns its price tag, where the juniper gets to monologue instead of playing chorus to twelve syrups. Some are temples, some are scruffy little miracles, but every one has poured me a gin drink that made the subway ride home feel like a tracking shot instead of a commute. Use it like I do: mood, neighborhood, and how badly you need the bartender to read your mind.