The KGB Bar ^[1](on East 4th Street) is the sort of bohemian hangout you moved to New York for. Last week was my first time at this literary landmark-to-be, with its ironic Soviet-era decor. I loved it. KGB has a great slate of author readings (several per week) in a casual, friendly setting. And unlike most artsy/literary venues, the wine is actually quaffable. (There’s also a full bar for those who enjoy living in a city where a taxi is the designated driver.)