A hopeless traditionalist, I have been known to go to the Drake sometimes. Yes, I go to the fusty old bar and drink a Manhattan, after a night of Molière (updated). I love the old colonial wallpaper of the Coq d’Or. . . . Upstairs, the Palm Court exudes old-fashioned glamour. . . I enjoy seeing this room when it’s full of people. When a live band is playing and people are dancing, this place is positively lousy with charm.
You may enjoy this view of the Drake on a vintage postcard.