Tag Archives: The Carlyle Hotel

Notes From The Carlyle – November 2018

I came to Bemelmans to pay homage to Tommy, their long time bartender, who passed away at 78. Though retiring after 53 years in 2012, I always thought somehow he’d come back, like it was all a great mistake. Wishful … Continue reading

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Notes From The Carlyle – August 2018

Elegy to self:   It’s vodka and tonic weather in a chilled, crystal glass filled with extra lime. You can almost hear the ice throughout the city, chime like church bells. Never fails when it’s this hot for me to … Continue reading

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Notes From The Carlyle – November 2017

 Only at Bemelmans would a man shimmy up to the bar where your demurely seated and say, “Have we met?” It seemed to go with the rest of my disturbing day that pushed me right off the wagon. I haven’t … Continue reading

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Notes From The Carlyle – May 2017

 I decide, since it’s the eve of the Memorial Day weekend, to pop into Bemelmans for a cocktail. The minute the weather warms up, it seems, so do I. So what if it’s pouring. TAXI! So here I sit, on … Continue reading

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Playing Camille

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Notes From The Carlyle – December 2016

 I’m at the bar sipping the cheapest red you have, is how I asked for wine after wandering in from the cold like a St. Bernard in need of brandy, for himself, not some skier slumped on a slope. When … Continue reading

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Thanksgiving At The Carlyle

 I’m so annoyed at Camille who was in charge of reservations. You would think a hotel dining room with a prix-fix menu for 300 bucks would have an extra table, even if it’s in the kitchen. Am I exaggerating? Not … Continue reading

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Notes From The Carlyle – August, 2016

It’s Sunday at 11 a.m.  I’ve never been here quite this early. Okay, that’s not exactly true.  There was that fella from Wales. So, I’ll change that to, not in a long time.  I popped in after going to the … Continue reading

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One Fancy Word

I keep coming across the word tony, an adjective meaning, fashionable among wealthy or stylish people.  The Carlyle is a tony hotel.  We went to a party with a very tony guest list.  Alva and William K. Vanderbilt were the … Continue reading

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Christmas At The Carlyle

There I was in my decimated apartment with nothing in it but the bed I’m leaving behind. Looks like a cell in Gaza, just maybe not as nice. I’ve managed to make 35 trips to my new place on foot … Continue reading

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