You don't see maroon a lot these days, probably because it's all in MoMo. Crammed with everyone from downtown working stiffs to nervous first dates to earnest bros doing their best to brodown, MoMo—in addition to being very, very maroon—boasts an always-crowded patio that's great for smokers in the winter, and great for everybody else in the summer. For introverts and misanthropes, the biggest selling points of the otherwise pretty standard bar are its booths, lined up along the wall: Long and spacious, they're separated by ridiculously tall dividers, providing a comforting feeling of almost cave-like seclusion. If caves were maroon. ERIK HENRIKSEN