Melvyn’s Restaurant and Lounge
My date said, “Is this Jose Feliciano singing Light My Fire?!”
French Onion Soup, Vichyssoise, Monte Cristo Sandwich, Oysters Rockefeller! Oh, those were the days.
The stuff of fantasies. Best in our imaginations, free of cracks and crevasses. Our waitress had every intention of dying young and staying pretty, no matter how many miles she clocked in Melvyn’s lounge.