We don’t know what you believe about time travel.
But we’re pretty sure we know your beliefs regarding cocktails, so...
Ignore relativity for Dear Irving, a deadly new cocktail den with four rooms channeling four eras to transport you across the space-time drinking continuum, now open in Gramercy from the owners of the Raines Law Room.
Herewith, the breakdown...
1961: The first room. All mid-century modern everything, with plaques containing JFK quotes and vintage ashtrays containing no actual cigarettes. The perfect perch for consuming gin-and-grapefruit-laden Vice Versas. Like all the rooms, this one’s got tiny buttons on the walls with which to summon your server—who’ll otherwise leave you alone.
1923: This is where you’ll bring groups, toast ancho-chili-rye concoctions and complement the tuftedness of the sofas. It’s pretty much Jay Gatsby’s idea of a speakeasy, which... yeah, you won’t miss it.
1857: If your date’s into crushed velvet or Madame Bovary, this is your spot.
1772: The final room, behind closed doors at the end of your journey. It’s private, it’s regal, and its wallpaper is full of old sexual cartoons that the French aristocracy considered pornography.
So if your date’s into old French pornography...
But we’re pretty sure we know your beliefs regarding cocktails, so...
Ignore relativity for Dear Irving, a deadly new cocktail den with four rooms channeling four eras to transport you across the space-time drinking continuum, now open in Gramercy from the owners of the Raines Law Room.
Herewith, the breakdown...
1961: The first room. All mid-century modern everything, with plaques containing JFK quotes and vintage ashtrays containing no actual cigarettes. The perfect perch for consuming gin-and-grapefruit-laden Vice Versas. Like all the rooms, this one’s got tiny buttons on the walls with which to summon your server—who’ll otherwise leave you alone.
1923: This is where you’ll bring groups, toast ancho-chili-rye concoctions and complement the tuftedness of the sofas. It’s pretty much Jay Gatsby’s idea of a speakeasy, which... yeah, you won’t miss it.
1857: If your date’s into crushed velvet or Madame Bovary, this is your spot.
1772: The final room, behind closed doors at the end of your journey. It’s private, it’s regal, and its wallpaper is full of old sexual cartoons that the French aristocracy considered pornography.
So if your date’s into old French pornography...
