I was there once in the Summer of 1987. I was in law school, living in Boston, and visited my brother (the one who passed away a few weeks ago), who lived in Manhattan. It was a Sunday afternoon and we had a little time before my train would leave, so he took me there. We had a few exotic drinks. He then looked at his watch and said we better hurry if I was going to make the 5 PM train. He paid the bill, and hurried out. I grabbed my overnight bag, stood up, and promptly staggered into a wall. Because the room and streets seemed to be moving for me, I yelled ahead and told him I better set my sights on the 6pm train.

But the place was very pretty, but I didn't have any food there.