Power Outlets: Yes.
Noise Level: Low, but loud on the weekends.
Bathrooms: Petite, but usable.
Hours: 7 a.m.- 10 p.m.
Patrons: Bland Johns and Janes.
Gramercy Park is a mysterious entity. As you walk around it’s gated green glory, you wonder if you’ll ever make enough money to attain a key to the locked garden. A heavy chested sigh answers your inquiry. A pigeon looks up, and you suddenly realize that this flighty rodent has access, and you don’t.
Nonetheless, tucked underground on Irving Place and 18th street is a perfectly attainable, moody, dark wood coffee shop.
Irving Farms is a spot to relax, sans wi-fi. The swinging 40’s music fails to breath life into the ashes of nostalgia, but it would be a great place to meet a group of friends, read a book, or just unplug and forget about friend drama or restless romantic games. The coffee is good, but not great. The patrons are, similarly, good, but not great. I’ve always felt Gramercy Park to be a place of nondescript, well-dressed middle aged people with office jobs.
Overall, Irving Farms would work as a pit stop but not a home. Womp.