Ophelia is for appointment drinking. It’s in a luxury building on a luxury corner of an antiseptic luxury neighborhood. Nearly half of its cocktails break the $20 mark that separates spirits-lovers from wanton gourmands. It’s as theatrically appointed as every other highly branded bar to open in the past few years, and of course, it’s all plenty beautiful. Colorful cocktails are poured into lovely glasses in a space that splits the difference between Marie Antoinette’s chambers and the Joker’s apartment as conceived by Tim Burton circa 1989. View’s nice, too.