You have to admire a drinking establishment that simply announces itself without affectation or cliché. In a South Beach cocktail carnival awash in gilt, pomposity and hipper-than-thou swank, the Martini Bar in the Raleigh Hotel rescues you with exactly the chill you want in a gin joint: low lighting, intimacy (as in, eight stools and not much more), earnestness and immutability. Located through a small ... Full Story