Don’t let that “registered landmark” jazz scare you off. In spite of its age (it opened in 1915) and its pedigree (the likes of Patti Smith and Bob Dylan have occupied its stools), Dante is an affable place. It wears its legend lightly but takes its cocktails seriously. The Negroni and its variants get granular attention, but if you want to ease into history more gently, there’s the effortless elegance of a tall glass of white vermouth kept cold with a stack of frozen grapes. What you’re drinking: Everyone must try the Garibaldi, the unlikely sorcery of Campari and frothed-up orange juice.