In a nondescript Nordeast alley, a sleek, seemingly handle-less metal door is the only clue that you’ve found Young Joni’s back bar. Behind that door is something that feels like the lovechild of a speakeasy and a North Shore cabin. A cozy, windowless bar flirts with rustic comfort while exuding vintage elegance, and somehow seems the perfect place for a fancy first date and the best kind of spot to kick back and enjoy bar pizza with friends. (No ordinary frozen pizzas are these: Chef Ann Kim turns even the standard sausage, cheese, and pepperoni pies into pizza wonders.) The cocktail menu is the focus here, so beer drinkers will have to settle for one or two taps or cave and enjoy the hard stuff. A leather-bound photo album offers a tight list of a dozen drinks, each one with its own page, story, and set of vintage photos. Try “A Dog Named Mochi” for a pisco sour that doesn’t have that gamey egg white flavor. Or go more traditional with the Minnhattan, billed as “the classic Manhattan poured over the Minnesota apple orchard of your youth.” There is no wrong order here.