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Thursday, February 4, 2010
Feel Like Royalty at the Bull & Bear at the Waldorf-Astoria

*This is a recent Article on www.TEMPTED.com by Mary Kate. I loved it I had to share with you dolls! Try something different! Think outside the box and have a blast! Live Love Life!
Straight out of a scene from Sex and the City, three of my girlfriends and I were wandering down Lexington Avenue, checking out the men in suits. While husband shopping, the most horrific thing that could’ve possibly happened to four girls dressed like classy hookers did occur—we got caught in a torrential downpour. Since all four of us were relatively new to the city, we weren’t sure where to go to wait out the summer monsoon so we wandered into the Bull & Bear Steakhouse bar at the Waldorf-Astoria.
“Do you have any idea how expensive this place is going to be?” My friend Lisa asked.
I scanned the bar that The New York Times called “one of the world’s three greatest, classic bars” and made an executive decision. “Um, this place is packed with older men. We’re like babies to them … I think it’s entirely possible to score some free booze! We’re staying.”
We shook ourselves off like dirty dogs and walked towards the bar where a gentleman not only cleared a space for us and gave us his seats, but he also offered to order our first round of drinks.
“Oscar, get these beautiful ladies whatever they’d like. It’s on me!”
I gave my friends the “I told you so” look and we made ourselves comfortable. The bartender came over and introduced himself to us, his name was Oscar and his partner-in-crime/bartending, Adel, soon followed. “We’re going to get you good and liquored up—be prepared.”
It was 2001 and none of us had “real” jobs, so despite the fact that it was a Tuesday night, we were down for the challenge. To the disapproval of Oscar, I ordered a chardonnay. He suggested I try the Brancott Sauvignon Blanc from New Zealand —this was the beginning of the end for me because I am now beyond obsessed with this wine. I took one sip of this grapefruit-y drink from the gods and it was lights out. My friends ordered the same drink and we settled into our seats and entered into heaven.
The place had a few tourists, but it was mostly older Wall Street/Park Avenue men looking to booze it up after work and avoid their nagging wives and annoying children. A few creepy guys who could’ve been my grandfather began hitting on me. I chatted them up because—quite frankly—I didn’t want to pay for my drinks.
The one gramps leaned in to whisper a sweet nothing into my ear. “Do you know Judy Blume’s sitting on the other side of you?”
What? Judy Blume?! I grew up reading her books! I was thrilled to discover that I was sitting next to Ms. Are You There God, It’s Me, Margaret. After a few drinks I got up the nerve to speak to her—turns out she’s a bit of a regular—I’ve seen her at the B&B multiple times since then. She’s always very sweet and entertaining. After deciding to leave her alone, I turned my attention back to the rest of the bar. There was an older lady in a hat who seemed to know everyone at the bar—she typically wears these hats while sipping on martinis—we dubbed her “Crazy Hat Lady.” There was this total phony of a guy who claims to be Mediterranean royalty, but after googling him I realized it was just the Makers Mark talking. Then I met a guy who said he’d like to set me up with his son, but it turns out he wanted me for himself … and how could I forget about the guy who looked just like Frasier from Cheers! He told me he was going to help me find a job, but he just wanted my phone number—and my friend’s!
“You know I played with Sinatra, Billie Holiday, Dizzy Gillespie,” this voice came out of nowhere. I turned around to see some crazy old dude with stars in his eyes, and too much vodka dancing around in his liver. I turned back to the bar to discover that Oscar had filled up my glass of wine—it was practically overflowing—oh hi, I am going to go black out now. Be back later.
The Bull & Bear oozes class and swank. The mahogany bar and wood-paneled room is large enough to seat at least 20 people and it circles (in a pentagon shape) a wooden carving of a bull and a bear—shocking, I know. If you’re into the stock market, there’s a ticker running in the back of the bar, but it’s pretty much so Chinese to me. The large windows look out onto 49th street and Lexington Avenue—if your perfect finance guy isn’t chugging bottomless glasses of wine at the bar, you might be able to flag him down on the corner and offer him a specialty beer or knock-you-out martini!
As one of the most historic and well-recognized bars in New York City, this celebrated steakhouse offers hearty portions of traditional fare like lobster and roasted chicken, as well as weekly specials. In addition to its impressive selection of fresh seafood, Bull and Bear was the first restaurant on the Eastern Seaboard serving the Prime grade of Certified Angus Beef®. Since I eat like a bird or a rabbit, I tend to stick to my liquid dinners. This never bodes well for the following morning.
Fast-forward eight years—I am still living at the Bull & Bear bar. Adel is still around, but Oscar retired to Florida. The drinks are still as strong as ever and the pours just keep on coming. Oh, and the people I mentioned earlier—they’re the regulars and I even know them by name!
Even though the hotel is part of the Hilton Empire, you’re more likely to catch a glimpse of Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, than a Hilton. The hotel and its bars and restaurants are not only gawking spots for Kansas tourists, but celebrities have been known to hide amongst that dude who just removed his wedding band and placed it in his back pocket as the clock struck 8pm. And here comes the caravan of working girls.
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