It's that time of week again, when we bring you a new review, hot off the press. This week we check out the ever-cool SubMercer, the recently reopened hot spot beneath the Mercer Hotel in Soho.

Hits: Unlike other hot spots, the SubMercer maintains a relaxed vibe with its dim lighting and clubby disco music--it might even make you forget just how cool you are, even if only for a moment.

Misses: The attitude is in-crowd, but the crowd itself isn't always up to par; you may find yourself mingling with the white v-neck-wearing Jersey set.

Read our full editorial review of the SubMercer, then peruse other New & Notable bars or check out our list of spots that are too new to review (but not too new to get you hammered).

After what seems like an unnecessarily long period of construction and preparation, the new Hot & Crusty at 14th and 1st, which we brought news of several months ago, is certified open as of today. Last night, in addition to a sign in the window that said "grand opening Friday," the display case was already stocked with various "fresh" baked goods in anticipation of today's opening.

You know how sometimes you make a mistake, but then that turns out to be a blessing in disguise? My mistake of stepping into Ago last week ended up bringing me to one of my favorite new finds of the year.

The mistake was my fault, I suppose, for being curious about the new DeNiro-Weinstein joint. The bar was a douchetorium full of shouting, Heineken-swilling, post-work boozers. I felt sorry for anyone who was seated in the front room and trying to have a conversation. I even felt sorry for anyone seated in the back room. I started to feel sorry for myself for even standing inside the room. The only way I'd take a table in that mess is if it were in another building. Several blocks away. In another restaurant altogether.

So I beat it out of there and strolled up Greenwich Street. When I happened upon Greenwich Grill, I stopped, remembering it was a new Japanese-owned spot that was supposed to have a sushi-bar adjunct. I stepped inside, and was greeted by a Japanese staff, shouting their customary Japanese welcomes. But I was handed an Italian menu with the likes of spaghetti carbonara and herb roasted spring chicken on it. "Is there a sushi bar here?" I asked, confused. The hostess's face brightened as she nodded and whispered into her headset. She asked me to wait a minute.

Then she ushered me through the length of the restaurant, down a flight of stairs, into a bamboo-ceilinged basement sushi bar called Sushi Azabu. I loved the intimate room. I loved that I was the only Western face there. I loved that it seemed to be a douche-free zone.

I ordered an extremely reasonable omakase course: $30 for an appetizer, 10 pieces of sushi, one maki roll and soup, authentically served, piece by piece, by the hard-working chef standing in front of me. Some gems: ginger flavored pencil fish; scallops topped with shaved lemon and sea salt; salmon, seared by a blow-torch; chu-toro capped with a cluster of miso.

The high quality, lack of signage and absence of a street entrance brought me back to the Tokyo neighborhood where I lived this past fall. It was full of exciting eateries tucked in the oddest places--under train tracks; on the 22nd floors of corporate offices; in random, non-descript basements. For a few hours last night, Tribeca became that place. 

We first brought you news of Franklin Park on our now-defunct booze blog, Imbible, several weeks ago. This time we're bringing you the full review of the Crown Heights--and not Prospect Heights--bar and beer garden.

Hits: At this off-the-beaten-path outpost, it's easy to kick back beside attitude-free bar-goers and quaff tasty microbrews that are as affordable as they are delicious.

Misses: Though Franklin Park possesses oodles of outdoor goodness, the picnic tables and benches fill quickly on sunny afternoons and warm nights, turning this otherwise tranquil spot into a mob scene.

Read our complete review of Franklin Park, then peruse other New & Notable bar reviews or check out our list of spots that are too new to review (but not too new to get you hammered).

Have a nice long weekend--we'll see you Tuesday.

Sure, it's American caviar, and yes, it sounds like it's named after that annoying chick from The View, but don't turn up your noses just yet. The hackleback ($25 1/2 oz.) they're serving at Mas is damn good--nuttily flavored, firmly textured, and not overloaded with saline. The airy brioche toast it comes with was also so good it nearly outshone the caviar, but not quite. Pair it with the rosewater martini with a lavender sugar rim. Drink. Nibble. Repeat.

Every Sunday and Monday night through Labor Day, the Tribeca hole-in-the-wall, The Hideaway, is hosting Maryland Blue Crab nights, complete with oversized crustaceans, butcher-papered tables, mallets, crackers and all the Old Bay you can sprinkle. Maryland's best commodity (besides John Waters), flown in fresh weekly, are $21 for 3, $42 for 6 and $80 for 12, so bring the whole family. Also on offer: spicy peel and eat shrimp, corn on the cob, hand-cut fries and pints of summer ale.

I always liked to drink pink, even in the days when I was a fallow, underaged filly sipping white zinfandel or mateus. My taste in wine has improved over the years, thank god, and so have the roses in my friendly neighborhood liquor stores. Here are three that I plan to stock up on this summer:

For Picnics in the Park: Bastianich Rosato ($14). The cranberry color reveals that this is a rose with substance, personality and an ever-so-slight tartness. The handy screw top assures that you can leave the corkscrew at home.

For Weekly Happy Hour: Lucien Albrecht Cremant d'Alsace Brut Rose ($21.99) I can't get over the price of this sensational Alsatian sparkler. I love its peachy hue and its smooth, smooth finish.

For Special Summer Celebrations: Laurent Perrier Cuvee Rose Brut ($100).  For toasting your friends getting married this June, or for bidding farewell to summer in September, this salmon sparkler is the good stuff. Fruity, dry, classy, like Tim Gunn in a bottle.

After 24 years in New York, China Club is no longer, and in its place have sprung three new nightlife wonderlands, albeit it in midtown: Opera, Crest and Eden. This Thursday, nightlife impresarios, scenesters and Bottomless Dish readers have the opportunity to celebrate the grand opening of Eden, the rooftop bar (above), at an after-work debut event sponsored by our friends over at Joonbug.

If, like me, you take great pains to avoid midtown at all costs, be advised that it's in the middle of a major resurgence. In addition to these local favorites, a flurry of new hot spots  have opened in recent weeks, like Highbar, another rooftop spot that's bringing sexy back to what was formerly the least sexy 'hood on the island. And perhaps more importantly, Eden isn't just a trashy Times Square boite geared toward the B&T crowd. In fact, rumor has it that Eden is being run by Scott Sartiano, Richie Akiva, Jeffrey Jah and Ronnie Madra--also known as the crew behind 1 Oak. So if, like me, you can't get in there, maybe Eden will turn out to be the next best thing. Hey, it could happen.

DJ Scott Melkor will be spinning, and there will be free vodka from 5pm to 6pm, courtesy of Trump Premium Vodka--so you know it's gonna be uber-classy. And this is just the first of many a debaucherous after-work party in midtown, because Joonbug is flipping this into a weekly event they're calling St. Tropez Thursdays, which will continue throughout the summer.

The party starts tomorrow at 5pm and ends at 10pm. Don't forget to RSVP.

Popped into the Village's newest cantina, Cabrito (50 Carmine St), the other night to suss out the scene. In a word: caliente. Not feeling tequila, I bypassed the margarita-like drinks and found my new best amigo: the hot and dirty martini, a combo of vodka, olive juice and pickled jalapeno. Picante, salado, delicioso. But cuidado: it's muy fuerte, so more than one will definitely bring out the borracho in you.

If necessity is the mother of invention, then perhaps longevity is the mother of reinvention. Marc Meyer and Vicki Freeman's first attempt at resurrecting Soho's Provence didn't quite work out as planned. But the tenacious couple won't give up the spot just yet. It's now Hundred Acres, a farm-forward eatery much in the vein of their Cookshop and Five Points restaurants. At the unveiling last night, new design details were exposed, like the subway-tiled bar, potted herbs galore (pictured) and warm wood paneling. Passed snacks: potato and wild nettle croquettes; asparagus tempura (billed as "Long Island asparagus fries"); oysters with smoky cocktail sauce and cheddar-topped sliders. Oh, and my sluggishness today reminds me of the nice pinot poured.