"At Bix, there’s live jazz every night, cocktail glasses are chilled in mounds of shaved ice, and buttoned-up waiters might sneak you an order of succotash on the house. It feels like a 1930s nightclub trapped in time (though it did open in the '80s). Drinking a martini is practically a requirement at this old-school American spot in the Financial District. And even though the food—from limp caesars to mildly confusing open-faced burgers—can only very loosely be described as good, we don’t care. What Bix lacks in mind-blowing salads, it makes up for a hundred times over in character." - julia chen 1, patrick wong, lani conway