Just go to Sparks. Get baked clams, a sirloin with a 3 pound lobster. Don't forget the Silver Joke Cab and keep you back to the wall. You can feel Paul Castallano greeting you at the door.
Don't need no stinking ex cop, he couldn't afford Sparks, let alone Delmonico, eleven Madison or Daniel. Maybe he can buy a beer at Per Se if they let him in.
I used to love going to Bruno in Midtown and watching all the old timer wiseguys dine up and pretend to show off. Usually the wiseguys and regulars ate upstairs and stayed after hours, was always fun. Downstairs were for outsiders and tourists hoping to get a view of a wannabe or retired wiseguy.
Same owner now, different name now, menu change. Most of the ol' wiseguys from the day are gone now, no people watching anymore.
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