Very few things stand the test of time. Scotch, Madonna – and Sonsie.

Before you start acting out like Gaga at a Yankee’s game, pay some respect. Sonsie has been a Newbury Street landmark for fifteen years, which in this economy, is a lifetime. For those of you who have graced this city long enough to become a regular, a few things may come to mind – oozing french toast on a hung-over Sunday morning, sipping wine with your posse in the open-air cafe, the best dinner date of your life (because it was too loud for (awkward) conversation), d-bag suits hitting on you at the bar…..woa, sorry.

Sonsie has not changed much (a good thing) but is still on everyone’s go-to list, especially in the summer. And there is always something going on. Last night they hosted a vodka tasting in the downstairs wine bar from 7-9pm. It was sponsored by Crop Organic Vodka, which apparently is already the talk of NYC drinking dens. White-suited reps were present and the vodka drinks were free. Gourmet pizzas and cheese plates were on the house and there was enough vodka there to almost spark a texting frenzy to Tommy at Foundation Lounge. (oh Famous Wednesdays, how I miss thee.)

Peter, the ‘tatted up the thug way’ yet classy bartender, ran a tight ship and made a mean spicy tini (Crop tomato vodka, basil, Tabasco, dried vermouth) which may not be a good thing when it’s 85 degrees out and you’re sunburned.

The crowd was a mix, the conversation easy, and the option to venture to the upstairs bar was there. We even made new girlfriends; ah, only at Sonsie.

I’m all about the newbie hotspots, but just like Gaga – they’re no Madonna yet.