Hop Sing Laundromat is a bit of an enigma, which in turn, becomes its allure. A cocktail bar in Chinatown, with barely any marketing (save for hilarious daily Facebook posts by owner/proprietor Lê, and his Kim Jong-un complex), and a strict set of rules (if you think rules are meant to be broken, good luck dealing with Lê) shouldn't be the recipe for a successful cocktail bar. But time and time again, people line up to get into one of the most beautiful rooms in Philadelphia. With fresh juices squeezed to-order, top-shelf liquor, and nearly perfect recipes, you'll understand why the floor made of pennies (and the bar made of nickels) isn't just lavish, it's appropriate. Pro-tip: Hop Sing's Happy Hour is one of the best in the city: shots of rare, if not top-shelf, liquor — neat.

The bar above West Philly's Abyssinia Ethiopian Restaurant is one of the easiest places to drink in Philly. The beer menu is glorious (especially for the bar's size), and if you're not feeling fancy, don't worry, they offer city-wides. But the whiskey selection is a top contender for best in the city (fairly priced, too), and in turn, owner/'tender Kevin Holland's cocktails are spectacular (his non-whiskey drinks are just as good). Go after work for a shot and a beer, go with some friends for a beer/whiskey nerd-out sesh, or go for the phenomenal cocktails — whichever road you take, make sure it leads to Fiume.

It isn't a "cocktail bar" per se, (the wines by themselves are a reason to drink here), but barman Keith Raimondi designed a cocktail list so smart, Philly fell in love with Townsend's bar pretty quickly. Classics like the lowly Gibson (Townsend's house-pickled pearl onions give the drink the kick-in-the-pants it needed for the past 30 years) are renovated but with an eye for recipe-integrity, and Raimondi, himself, is just as much a reason to go. His charming demeanor and comforting I'll-take-good-care-of-you-tonight attitude is not only enjoyable, but sorely needed in this town bursting at the seams with bars and cocktail bars alike.

One of the few left standing after the speakeasy wave hit Philadelphia, there's a reason Ranstead stood the test of time. The sexy speakeasy behind El Rey is basically lit solely by candlelight, so: a perfect place to have a stiff cocktail (tailor-made to your liking), enjoy the finer things in life, and if you're the type, meet your mistress.

Head bartender Sarah Justice gave Philly a new experience: a seasonal cocktail tasting menu, and once again proved that Franklin Bar (once Franklin Mortgage & Investment Co.) is ahead of the game. If you have the opportunity, make sure you snag a seat at the bar — although it's tiny, a simple conversation with the bartenders will demonstrate one of the most impressive displays of cocktail expertise around. And if you're trying to keep the night low-key, head upstairs — it's the divey version of its downstairs sibling.

The Good King is a French bistro with a cocktail program worth paying attention to. They do the usuals (French 75s, Negronis, Sazaracs, etc.) just as good as any other cocktail bar, but riffing off the classics is where they truly excel. The food menu is one of the best values in Philly, and starting your meal off with a few cocktails ain't a bad way to spend your days.

Calling V Street's bar a "vegan bar" really pigeonholes the entire concept. It's a bar that draws its inspiration from country-specific ingredients from around the world, and blending them together no matter the geographic location. Lokum At The Bazaar (which comes in a ceramic Greek coffee cup) brings together the U.S. and the Middle East (bourbon and Turkish coffee), and that's something we haven't seen much of in a long, long time.

1 Tippling Place is a class-act. Beautifully dressed, wonderfully composed, and an authority on what's what in the world of cocktails. The interior is Don Draper's dream, and the service is everything you want it to be. The Rittenhouse cocktail bar is the most comfortable lounge in the city, and with a flawless Old-Fashioned in-hand, you'll definitely dread last-call.