Just the other day, the Brooklyn Gal met a friend at The Bar Room at Temple Court, the glamorous watering hole inside The Beekman hotel in Lower Manhattan. We sidled up to the long sweeping bar, settled into the luxe bottle-green cushioned barstools and soaked up the old-timey atmosphere. An eerie portrait of Edgar Allan Poe stared at us from across the room—eek!—and as we quickly turned away, the soaring nine-story atrium, outfitted with Victorian-era wrought iron railings, caught our eye. Up, up, up, we gazed, awed by the intricate details. By the time our handcrafted cocktails arrived, served in vintage-y barware, but of course, we felt as if we had entered a gilt-edged time tunnel. Hello, Old New York.
Once we started traveling down retro road, well, there was no stopping us. We found ourselves thinking of all the glorious buildings around town that truly embody centuries past, from the Park Avenue Armory, a gorgeous Gilded Age beauty, to the Stockholm export, Fotografiska, a stunning new photography museum, set in a meticulously renovated Renaissance Revival building. And then our minds wandered closer to home: to the majestic Brooklyn Public Library, a neighborhood fixture since 1896, and to our beloved Montauk Club, a private club since 1889, designed by the illustrious Francis H. Kimball, where the Brooklyn Gal got married.
We could wax nostalgic about every Old New York building that captures our imagination, but alas, that would take an eternity.