Nurse Bettie

Buxom ’50s pinups—not doctors—rule at this coffeeshop-turned-bar named for the notorious Bettie Page. Inside, swivel stools and slouchworthy couches are taken over by jeans-sporting Lower East Siders sipping frosty brews and bubble-gum martinis. The attentive bartenders’ modern iPod playlists never crush conversations, and the weekend hordes mercifully leave Bettie to the locals.