Grand Central station has a lot of secrets – from the ‘whispering gallery’ to its little-known tennis courts. And tonight I went to another: the 1920s bar tucked above the terminal.

After his death in 1957, the fancy furniture vanished and the space was used for a variety of much less glamorous things – from the Grand Central closet to a jail.
But in 1999, the ceilings and walls were brought back to their original glory. And a steel safe, that was originally hidden in the wall, is now in the fireplace to remind visitors of Campbell’s wealth. (When he decorated the place, he filled it with 19th-century furniture, an art collection worth $1 million and a Persian rug that was $300,000 at the time – that’s $3.5 million today.)

You’ve got to be dressed smart-ish here – there’s no space for riff raff. To be honest, at 8pm, there wasn’t much space for anyone, but Ryan and I nudged our way to the bar for a round of pricey cocktails – a sharp raspberry gin concoction for me, a Manhattan for my date. Delicious.
Trying to sip daintily from my cocktail glass was a bit of a struggle and it’s really not the sort of place I’d usually go (lots of business suits in sight), but it was a great treat. And the bar a great nod to the wealth that once graced the room.
Thanks for having us Mr Campbell!

The Campbell Apartment is open Monday-Thursday until 11pm; Friday & Saturday 12pm – 1am; Sunday 12pm – Midnight. Cocktails cost around $16 each.
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