The town’s tops places to eat and cavort during New York Fashion Week.

Miss Lily’s
misslilysnyc.com
132 West Houston St (Sullivan St)
646-588-5375

Serge Becker’s Jamaican luncheonette has a partyish atmosphere that accelerates through dinnertime into a late-night scene. Despite Anna Wintour’s objections (theVogue editrix lives just behind the eatery and opposed its noise potential), it’s a hot spot with the fashion crowd. The staff – mainly Islands-hailing and brightly attired – rivals clientele in flair; but everybody looks good in the disco ball-hung back dining room, papered with old-school album covers and blasting the same.

Fat Radish
thefatradishnyc.com
17 Orchard St. (Hester & Canal Sts.)
212-300-4053

Fat Radish’s stylish Brit owners Ben Towill and Phil Winser already had an in-crowd following before they opened, thanks to their A-list favorite Silkstone Catering company. The sparely ambient restaurant and its pared down farm-to-table fare – not to mention the many fashion insiders who frequent it – are the height of unaffected cool. And this out-of-the-way Orchard Street block, so far down it’s practically Chinatown, holds a thrill of discovery, plus a slew of interesting boutiques.

Beauty & Essex
beautyandessex.com
146 Essex St. (Stanton & Rivington Sts.)
212-614-014

Chris Santos’ (Stanton Social) stunning two-floor restaurant, concealed by a faux pawn shop, verges on clubby but ultimately is just good, stylish fun. In ‘60s glam surroundings — gilded peacocks, anyone? — the lithe clientele looks the part in chic cocktail dresses and slim silhouettes. Shareable bites including short-rib tamales and whipped ricotta on toast are tastier then they need to be, and cocktails like the Masterly Touch, with orbs of Campari gelatin, are a treat too. Plus, the free champagne in the ladies’ room never stops flowing.

Crown
crown81.com
24 E. 81st St. (Fifth & Madison Aves.)
646-559-4880

This clubbish spot, along the lines of chef-partner John DeLucie’s past joints the Waverly Inn and the Lion, keeps the riffraff out with tough-to-land reservations and inflated prices. It’s not about the food but rather the ultra-posh townhouse scene, with its marble staircase, candle light, and velvet upholstery. The crowd is just as sparkly, with serious jewelry, designer handbags, and nary a highlighted strand out of place. Look elsewhere for late-night as this one winds down post-dinner.