My late stepfather used to treat me to dinners at the Rainbow Room when I was in my twenties, so this was late 1970s, early 1980s. It was probably a cheesy thing to love. The food wasn’t great, but the room. It was so lovely, and sparkling. There was always a big band playing, people dressed up, dancing. And this amazing view of the city. I wish I had taken pictures, but if you google it you’ll see what I mean. It’s still there but I suspect it’s not the same.
I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.View all posts by Stacy Horn →