Up there, in the... uh, space above Five Guys.
It’s a bird.
It’s a plane.
No, it’s... very obviously neither of those things...
It’s The Garret
, a lofty little cocktail spot tucked above a burger joint in the West Village,
This used to be your local Arizona Wildcats bar. (We’ll forgive you for not knowing that.) Now it’s your
copper-topped, artists’ loft with on-tap punch named after a fictitious raccoon named Rocco... bar. Note
Re: the loft. It’s what you might call cozy. The sort of “I know a place” place you’ll want to bring
a romantic entanglement to after you’ve been to a few other places and things nearby.
And once you do, you’ll snag a couple of the tufted-leather cube chairs next to the (nonfunctioning)
fireplace. The one with the mantel full of hourglasses
. For now, content yourself with a Last Word—gin, lime juice, green
Chartreuse and maraschino. But soon, a secret-menu Five Guys burger joins the party.
But you probably wouldn’t be interested in that after a night of drinking.
296 Bleecker St
(at 7th and Barrow)
New York, NY 10012