You didn't have to be a mover and a shaker to be treated like one.
Thank you, Sally. I've been searching for the words to describe why I was sad about the loss of something that so obviously was a pleasure only (or, at least, primarily) for the one percent.
I was there for three business/pleasure dinners in the Pool Room, four lunches in the Grill Room, and two cocktail parties. Each time, the experience was about as elegant as I could imagine anything being, and the staff was always gracious and welcoming, with absolutely no snobbery or attitude. And the food was always perfect. (At each dinner, we ordered the souffles for dessert and I can still taste them!)
But the highlight for me each time was walking by the Picasso show curtain that hung between the two rooms, which seemed to combine with the Philip Johnson/Mies van der Rohe design to create an atmosphere that was not merely about money, but moreso about the appreciation of the best in food, art, architecture--and life itself.
It was a New York experience I wish everyone I love could have had at least once, a throwback to a time when elegance was a virtue. Now the Picasso is in a museum and the restaurant is being dismantled and auctioned and the world will go on, but with one less beautiful thing: a place where, as you said, you didn't have to be a mover and a shaker to be treated like one. You were treated like a VIP simply because you were there.
Updated On: 7/10/16 at 10:20 AM