Tucked away on the far western frontier of Soho and lacking a sign, Sly must be located with a certain fox-like quality. Your cunning will pay off, though, once you find this slick little lounge. Happy hour is from 6 to 9 on weeknights, and it’s actually bearable. You won’t have to fight for the bartender’s attention or fend off a lecherous after-work suit-and-tie circus. Instead you can just chillax with friends, enjoying a $3 Stella Artois or two-for-one well drinks. Better yet, try one of Sly’s signature cocktails ($12), with names like Sly Passion and Sly Red. Made with infused vodkas and fresh ingredients, they are a devious assortment of libations. The Sly Honey, a sweet spin on the mojito with honey- infused vodka and ginger ale, is the star of the show. “Everyone orders that one,” says the disarmingly friendly bartender. Later on, a DJ takes over the tables, spinning low-decibel house that won’t have you running to the patio to continue chatting. Slip into the midnight-blue nooks in the back, which are lit by flickering votives. Conversation is still an option, but softly whispered flirtations are preferred.
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on September 13, 2005