Eleven Madison Park. Next time you are in Manhattan, GO THERE. It's worth the price because you get more than you pay for.
PS After our dinner, I had a conversation with our waiter about the cocktails and my interest in high-end mixology. He summoned the Head Bartender, with whom I had a conversation about spirits. My sister said it was like listening to nuclear physicists in that she had no idea what we were talking about. Cynar can be good, really! Anyway, he said he'd write us up a list of bars to explore in New York, and asked us to wait. We waited a few minutes and then the waiter came back again to tell us that they didn't want to give us a list written in unintelligible handwriting, so if we could please wait a bit longer. Within moments, the Head Bartender came back by, this time with a stationery postcard printed with six places and addresses printed in a matching font along with the Eleven Madison Park logo.
I was far beyond impressed at that point. Far beyond it.