Part of the magic of NYC is that you’re always just one avenue away from the unexpected. Bars and eateries abound, but there are none quite like Pinky Swear in the Lower East Side. Yes, it’s one part cocktail lounge, one part restaurant , but when you slip through the front door, you’ll feel as if you’ve stepped inside a slightly surreal fever dream.
Every inch of the space is infused with interactive art exhibits, and it’s constantly evolving, so no two visits are quite the same. “Guests aren’t spectators; they’re inside the work,” the website reads. They’re not exaggerating.
Within minutes of ordering a glass of wine, I found myself torn in two directions. “You need to see this phone booth,” a colleague said, gesturing toward the back of the restaurant…