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Graydon Carter's latest monkeyshines. Classic 1936 Deco spot in the Hotel Elysée trots out a third incarnation. Hierarchical supper club scene, with banquettes for the literary elite, tables in the pit for you. Lush, with forgiving lighting. Dual murals to amuse when you're tired of pretending not to be staring at Charlie Rose. Historically more about martinis than munchies, although new chef blood is flipping that script. Smoked fettuccine with caviar and uni, braised pork belly and oysters.
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Prime burgers in a prime location. Watch tourists and local businessfolk happily infantilize themselves by strapping in to highchair-like box seats with wood trays. Balance of the space is quirkily... read more
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