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There's a coda to our day of Manhattan history; that evening we returned to eat at the Oyster Bar in Grand Central Station. With its tramline furniture and vaulted ceilings, it really looked the part. One could imagine the Bright Young Things and flappers of the 1920s coming here for their oysters. Of course, back then they wouldn’t have been allowed alcohol with their shellfish, and to Becki’s horror, Champagne still wasn’t on the menu! ‘I can’t eat oysters without Champagne,’ she announced.
I didn’t fancy the menu at all…I was thinking that since the 20s, the clientele had deteriorated somewhat. Bag ladies rubbed shoulders with workers at the end of their shifts on the long communal tables. ‘Let’s try somewhere else,’ I said. So we wandered througj the Central Station Concourse until we reached an Italian Bar, where we ate at the counter. We had salads – Bex with her glass of Champers and me with the most eye-watering vodka martini I have ever swallowed down. Becki said later that she watched me getting more and more drunk over the course of this one glass.