Upstairs at the Cuban, you’re more likely to find Mojitos by the dozen, but slip into the basement instead to Parke Davis, and you’ll find a far superior affair. You’d never guess they’re owned by the same mob.
It’s definitely cocktail country down here (they only had two beers when BarChick last stopped by and a very short list of wine). Try a Sazerac Sphere - a nicely-balanced mix of cognac, their own muscovado-spiced syrup served over a large absinthe ice cube – and leave the Mojitos to the salsa-dancing hordes upstairs.
The name references the pharmaceutical company that used to be housed in that same basement, which explains the chemistry paraphernalia dotted around. It works with the wood paneling and wooden crates adorning the back bar. The vibes may be relaxed, but dress the part or get turned away. We’re in the city now, folks; those suited types don’t like your flip flops, damn them.