by Bruce Bawer
What newspaper other than the New York Times would describe somebody as the "mastermind” of a bar-restaurant? Oh well, never mind. The Café des Artistes was indeed an exceedingly charming and convivial place. Half a lifetime ago, a friend of mine from the Deep South moved to New York and lived at the Des Artistes, where he spent his time drinking gin and tonics. When I went to visit him one day, probably not much later than noon, and found him already sloshed, I suggested we go for a walk in Central Park, right across the street. We didn’t get farther than the Café, where the gin and tonics were indeed splendid. He’d only lived in New York for a few weeks, but, as I discovered, he'd already met his neighbors: when we walked out of the Café three or four drinks later, he waved hello to a couple of them on their way out of the building: “Hi Mary! Hi John!” It was ex-Mayor John Lindsay and his wife. Only in New York, kids, only in New York.