Whiskey and Jazz

Whiskey and Jazz

Whiskey and jazz. A pristine pairing of supremely complimentary pleasures. The two go together like milk and honey, yin and yang, Ella and Louie. Hand me a scotch on the rocks, if you will, and let the lady croon: Heaven...I'm in heaven. It's Thursday night and I step out of the office with this dynamite duo on my mind. The occasion: opening night of The Flatiron Room, a new jazz lounge specializing in whiskey and classic cocktails. My mood: curious and quite thirsty. ...And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak... I step into the place and travel through time, a jump back to the Jazz Age. Illuminated cabinets filled with amber-colored bottles line the walls. Bartenders wearing dated dress stand behind the wooden bar, looking antiquated in their bow ties and bankers vests. The room is parlor-like with banquettes of tufted leather and lots of burning candles. I order my scotch and take a seat at one of the tables before a small curtained stage. ...And I seem to find the happiness I seek... After a few sips my belly is warm and my spirits are high. On the stage before me a band readies their instruments—a violin, a bass, a guitar and a drum set. A flapper femme, all dolled up in a white gown and feathered headdress, steps up to the vintage microphone. Another scotch, please. The minute she opens her mouth, releasing a soothingly sultry sound, the whole place quiets down. All eyes and ears are on her. ...When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek... Seduced by the singing, I rise from my chair. Holding my scotch close, as one would a lover, I begin to sway. I was dancing with a drink. And I didn't care one bit.

» The Flatiron Room, 36 W. 26th St., btw Broadway & Sixth Ave.