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CRAZY MUSLIMS by Peter Nolan Smith

Yesterday I called my ‘niece’ Andy to wish her Happy new Year. She had already left the diamond exchange and explained that she was having a drink at the Plaza Hotel bar. “I’m meeting my sister and her wife for Rosh Hashanah.” “Nice, I’m in Brooklyn, otherwise I’d come and meet you.” The beautiful brunette […]

No One Knows Tomorrow

Last night I went to bed and hopefully sleep and dreams, however my stomach rebelled against two day-old cod and the 4th floor toilet bowl was my best friend until dawn. I thought about having a bagel for breakfast, but retched on the kitchen floor. Not much, but enough to check my appetite for a […]

Working the Plaza

In the winter of 2009 I left the Oak Bar to smoke a cigarette on 59th Street. I only smoke when I drink. One cigarette a day is enough. The wind off the park was smelled of the fallen snow. Only a few pedestrians braved the cold. An Asiatic woman with long hair approached me. […]

The CannonBall Club

Luis Bunuel, the surrealistic director, loved drinking. His favorite tipping time was in the late afternoon. The sunlight dabbling through the trees to bathe the oak-lined walls with an eternal gold. He was a true connoisseur of martinis. “A dry Martini is composed of gin and a few drops of Noilly Prat. Connoisseurs who like […]

OLD BILL NEXT TO ME by Peter Nolan Smith

New York’s Plaza Hotel has been a world-famous destination for decades and its 2008 reinvention as a condo-palace and demi-hotel failed to tarnish the reputation of Grand Lady on 5th Avenue. While the newly opened Retail Plaza in the basement had been an abject failure, the Oak Bar continued to attract power brokers, celebrities, and […]