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Tucked away in Grand Central Station, this classy lounge is the restored private office of early twentieth-century tycoon John W. Campbell. On weeknights, the 2,000 square foot space is a bit overrun with commuters grabbing a Prohibition Punch or the Kentucky Ginger before catching the train home. It’s more fun to go on the weekends or closer to closing time when you can get a seat and sip your Scotch while you pretend you’re in a Hemingway novel. Any night of the week, though, a sneakerless crowd can nosh on a small list of pricey “Cocktail Accompaniments,” like the artisanal-cheese plate, roast-beef sliders, and a variety of desserts. The more recent addition of the Campbell Terrace—an extension of the bar’s elegance to the outdoor portico on Vanderbilt Avenue—looks like a version of your grandparent’s living room: mahogany rocking chairs, wicker tables, comfortable upholstered furniture, and free baskets of popcorn from a vintage popcorn machine.
— Abbe Benson and Asheley Victoria

Couples who book this former office and salon of a twenties business tycoon will enjoy plush couches, clubby paneling, and a massive stone fireplace, plus gourmet cuisine courtesy of caterer Abigail Kirsch. The swank space comfortably accommodates up to 75 seated guests (50 with dancing) and 125 for cocktails. From $150 to $500 per person.

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