So I'm idly looking for New York restaurants which are a bit schwanky, and have a reasonable prix-fixe, which is the only way I'm getting in. We've been to the Four Seasons, and to 21 Club, and those are both great.
I'd heard about Cafe des Artistes, but had never really investigated it, since it's closed. But, it's been reopened under a new guy, and yes, they have a wonderful pre-theatre prix fixe, $35. Which is very reasonable indeed. And a decent brunch, with Eggs Benedict for $14. I have no idea how much eggs benny should cost, but that seems crazy cheap for the service and setting.
Now, I'd heard about the murals there, but had never actually seen them. And -- wow.
They don't make 'em like that anymore.
Christy could paint a lot of things well, like recruitment posters, and war bond posters, and historical scenes in the Capitol building, but man oh man, did he ever love painting nudes, and boy was he good at it.
I'm not pretending that they aren't sexist. They are. But they are very attractive. Relics of a past best left in the past. High art? Probably not. But the man certainly knew what he was doing when it came to painting nekkid wimmin.
I want to go to there. It's just so fucking lavish.
For once, I wouldn't mind being the one made to sit facing the wall.
Mom had to face the wall once, and she's never let me forget it. (Well,'wall' -- giant windows overlooking Park Avenue. I had the view of the Pool Room.) As such, I love love love the Four Seasons, and she's only meh about it.
But yes. I doubt a trip to Cafe des Artistes is in the cards for this trip, but it will happen one day. Oh yes.