I’ve only been there once, while visiting a friend in NYC we stopped by for drinks and a snack before a night out. It was expensive, but nice. I’m glad I made the effort to get there now.
When I was little, my dad took us to the Oak Room and told the maitre’d (or whoever) that his dad helped build the Oak Room, and could he just show his kids? They let us in no prob, touristy clothes and all. Of course we just walked through, didn’t eat or anything. Maybe not such a big deal, but at the time we felt very mischevious - in a good way.
Oh, man, that is sad. I’m sorry to see it go. I had a fun/scary time there once.
When I was 18 years old, three of my girlfriends and I went to the Oak Room and proceeded to rack up a huge drinks bill. I mean, we realized when the check came that we really didn’t have the money to pay. I don’t know what the hell we were thinking, but after several scotches, you kind of forget about money and stuff…
The waiter was not amused.
We ended up calling one of my friend’s fathers (not my father, for God’s sake; I’d have never been nineteen years old). Her father paid via telephone, I guess with a credit card.
My friend’s dad never mentioned it when we got home. Neither did we. I think he knew the mortification was lesson enough. It was.
My key chain is still the brass one from our door key at the PP. Dinner in the Oak Room changed my view of what dinner should be. Too bad it had to go the way of so much of our finer side.