If you're struck with a craving for crisp chicken wings or grilled smelts while in midtown, no matter what time of the day or night, hurry through the bustle of West 32nd Street, up a flight of stairs, and into a world of fashionably spiky-haired twentysomethings grazing on shared snacks while pouring each other endless rounds of sake. Packs of Marlboros and bottles of booze clutter the tables. Pots of brick-red soup bubble, plates of tempura and tonkatsu crunch. A band that must be the Backstreet Boys of Japan emotes loudly over the sound system, drowned out only by increasingly cacophonous laughter as the evening wears on—and on and on. Izakaya Moku is open for lunch and closes at 6 a.m. on weekends. Technically, you could go... More >>>