The Plaza

I read that last week they held a "roast" for Dick Cheney at the Plaza Hotel in New York City.  The usual suspects were in attendance though the press was not invited. Can only hope they checked their firearms at the door. As we have no first hand witnesses, we can only depend on little Eloise eavesdropping from her perch on the wall - but she may have covered her ears.
The Plaza - before her conversion to partial condo use - was a comfortable meeting place - with afternoon tea in the Palm Court and a string ensemble playing Viennese waltzes. The Oak Room bar was a more masculine watering hole. One late night our group arrived there with clients in tow and the room was packed. With no fanfare the maitre'd magically produced a table for eight. Never underestimate the talent and finesse of a New York maitre'd. I hope they didn't burn the roast - perhaps just a bit of a singe.
tjs