Walking into Maxie’s Supper Club, I was confronted by something I never expected this far upstate: The chilling scent of a raw bar — and no, not like the one they have at Wegman’s. This one was fresh enough that even first-timers would have no problem sucking a few oysters down. I was impressed by New Orleans-style décor, and the jazz and swing music tooting from behind the bar made me forget I was in Ithaca.
I skimmed an extensive, unorthodox drink menu, and eyed those at the bar (with envy). I watched a bartender crush fresh mint into the bottom of a mojito and knew that I’d be coming back soon (only 11 months ’til my 21st!).