Best of Boston

Whether in pursuit of the perfect burger or a potential mate, we men typically thrill to the chase. But hunting for just-right cuff links? Oh, no. No, no. The quickest way to kill off our inner Bond, in fact, is to trudge from store to store, questing after the highly specific accessories that live seemingly only in our imagination: the cool diver watch with grosgrain strap, aviators that don’t evoke dissolute rock star. While certain things at other local stores quicken our pulse (e.g., the socks at Drinkwater’s), for all-out adrenaline rush it’s Barneys: walls full of man bags, rows upon rows of pocket squares, belt racks that go on for days. We’re in, we’re out, mission accomplished.