16. Sutton Place
Sutton Place could have been a conveniently located bar for rooftop rabble-rousing, but its first-rate views of the city are diminished by the second-rate Midtown financiers who mob the place the second they get off the clock, and are subsequently trashed by the time the normal nighttime crowd rolls in. Whoa, what time did your party start dude? Glancing at his attire, a white, now Bud-stained button-up and an unfastened tie limp around his neck, probably somewhere around 6 p.m.