Time Out says
Wed Feb 24 2010
Inside the gorgeous rococo Alwyn Court, with fire-breathing salamanders encrusting its facade, you can sit on elegant, ergonomic black leather stools at a granite bar, under etched Erté mirrors, and order whatever your wallet will bear of fine-grained sevruga, slightly nutty osetra or pearly, pop-in-your-mouth beluga, all washed down with a glass of bubbly. Or you could sit in the dining room and try to find satisfaction in the rest of the menu. Why bother? Though the fare is good, little is worth a detour from the caviar.
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