At 55 Irving Place in Union Square, there’s a series of steps leading up to an unmarked door.
Behind the door is a succession of dimly-lit rooms, each uniquely decorated in homage to a bygone era.
This is Dear Irving, a hidden cocktail parlor with the classiest of overtones.
Settling into the plush velvet couches, you can relax for hours without being disturbed. That is until you press a discrete button summoning a reticent server.
Order a round of cocktails and bites to share.
Then commence mischievously plotting in quiet corners.
After all, Dear Irving‘s air of luxury and mystery can only lead to intrigue.