This building is one of those wonderful deco masterpieces that gets lost in the shuffle of the other more popular buildings of NYC:
Today when you walk through the doors you end up in a restaurant. It's some kind of nouveau-Asian joint I think. I want to say Mr. Chow, but maybe not. That's besides the point. Then again, I don't know what the point is, especially when I'm distracted by my cable going in and out of service when I'm trying to watch the latest episode of Top Chef, followed by that art competition show and the last thing I want to be doing tonight is spending time on the phone with an RCN representative telling me to do everything that I've already done like unplugging the cable box and re-plugging in the cable box and all those other things they have on their flowcharts that you've already done.
I still can't believe Padma used to go with what'shisface, you know, that the Ayatollah wanted to kill. Rushdie! Yes, Salmon (salmon?) Rushdie. Salmon Rushdie? Big Mouth Bass Rushdie? Muskellunge Rushdie?
I'll stop now before this goes on for another hour....