I lived here in the 70's and spent many an evening on the third floor (enter through the street level kitchen and go up the stairs on the right). Presided over by Edsel Ford Fong, who would kiss all women, throw a check and pencil @ you to write your own order (tomato beef was the dish of choice) and remind you "don't forget the tax, asshole!"
"In pursuit of joys untasted"
from Giuseppe Verdi's La Traviata