The manager patrols the lobby in a tuxedo; you half expect him to murmur, "Good evening, m'sieur," as you stroll by. Paintings of the High Tasteful school adorn the walls. Tea is being served -- 14 different blends -- on Rosenthal china. Perhaps madame would care for carrot cake, or a latte macchiato, or some nice kosher chocolates. Perhaps m'sieur and madame would also like to walk through the doors at the back of the lobby and catch Eddie Murphy Raw. For this is not the Stork Club or the Waldorf in a scene from some posh old Hollywood romance. It...
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