I've been told by a friend who works there that the Schoenfeld and the Broadhurst have a connecting tunnel underneath them, at the basement level; he calls the tunnel the "Schoenhurst."
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.