Colson Whitehead starts in Times Square and radiates ever-outward:

"Speakeasy city, major manufacturer of special knocks, codewords, secret ways in. It's been years but be patient. You'll stumble upon it soon. They look in nooks and crannies. The seven-dollar sirloin. Those ribbons she likes. The shop devoted to the sale, upkeep and cultural lore of porkpie hats. Do not be deceived by these new and plastic signs. Need the addresses enough and you will find them. Even landlords earn their wings from time to time."