The bar that represented everything that is wrong and evil about the UES, The Yorkville Brewery, is no longer. In its place comes what is supposed to be some kind of jazz club. Intimate, this place is not. Classy — barely. Rather, it is sprawling, confusing and peppered with rejects from Merchants up the street. Hey, at least they’ve dimmed the lights, kicked out the old guys in their Hawaiian shirts and tried to make the best of a space that has no business existing in this dimension. [MF]