Following the blow-up trend of speakeasy bars like Milk and Honey, Door 74 flashes a similar hush-hush appeal. There’s no door or sign but rather a bell; reservations must be taken in advance via text or call for that evening only.

Once past a thick curtain, the space reveals a world lifted from a charming, Prohibition-era New York. Inky black leather sofas and a stamped tin ceiling provide the swanky backdrop for patrons sipping drinks from a lengthy menu, from margaritas (ruefully uninspired), champagnes (good) and cocktails (outstanding). Our “Frisco,” gleefully whipped up by the expert bartenders, included Old Smoke whiskey, Benedictine liquor, a dash of lemon and spices thrown through a flame last minute for added flavor and—who are we kidding—showmanship. Either way, both worked.