Drinks at the Flatiron Room is a production. This is not a place to wander in and sidle up to the bar. They stopped me immediately on my way in on a Tuesday after work and asked if I had a reservation. Uh, no. Just want some whiskey. They weren’t sure if there was a seat at the bar. Would I mind a table? Sure, I guess. So I got a little table with my own small lamp facing a stage with a red velvet curtain where I could imagine the can can dancers jumping out at any moment. One thing to be said: they go for the full image and they pull it off. It's like slipping back in time. The place is lined with whiskey cabinets surrounding small, intimate tables. There is a nice hum of music and cocktail shakers and conversation. I was mildly off-put by the waiter, though. He told me not to be “intimidated” by the extensive whiskey menu. Intimidated? How about excited. The thing is like a novel, and if I didn’t feel the need to make a reservation, I would come back just to read it. The first page is full of limited editions and new releases, and the last page was staff picks. In between were rows of Scottish names, some familiar, some I had never seen. Some ridiculously expensive ($3,500 bottle of Macallan 25 anyone?). After drooling over some of the more unusual Scotch names, I went for a couple of basics for my New Year's Challenge tastings: Glendronach 12 years and Macallan 10 years fine oak.
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