Mister Paradise

The name Mister Paradise sounds like it would be perfect for a bombastic WWE heel-face turn (a character the audience is supposed to hate but ends up loving), and that’s quite fitting for the East Village bar, which has both pomp and substance. While the space is gorgeous, and the cocktails are complex (Party Lobster: blanco tequila, mezcal, Campari, watermelon, lime, fermented habanero and garlic) it is all entirely amusing and accessible. Not to be missed are the french fries, which can be ordered with sea-urchin aioli or whipped foie gras mousse—sophisticated, surely—but the fries were modeled on those the staff were eating from a place across the street during the build-out, and that little spot is called McDonald’s.