Friday, December 18, 2020

Remembering the 21 Club

This week it was announced that New York City's 21 Club, a former speakeasy, would be closing for good. I dined there a couple of times in recent years. The restaurant had quite a few pieces of original cartoon art including, famously, work by Peter Arno. All was displayed in low light. Between that and the reflective glass, the pieces were challenging to photograph.

They sat my party next to Arno's New Yorker cover of January 30, 1965 depicting a dinner party. What a glorious restaurant this is, I beamed. Yet I wonder how many of the restaurant's patrons knew what they were looking at.
Peter Arno
Original cover art
The New Yorker, January 30, 1965


Peter Arno
The New Yorker, January 30, 1965



Not far away was a Syd Hoff original cartoon from the January 1958 Esquire. All the cartoons I photographed were on the subject of food and drink. Mostly drink.
"When I told you to step outside and say that, I didn't mean I was coming with you!"
Syd Hoff
Original cartoon art
Esquire, January 1958




"When I told you to step outside and say that, I didn't mean I was coming with you!"
Syd Hoff
Esquire, January 1958



I photographed three Arnos with oversized, typeset captions that I initially mistook for originals. I now believe these to be prints from a series.
"Fill 'er up."
Print
Peter Arno




"Fill 'er up."
Peter Arno
The New Yorker, July 9, 1949, page 24





"Will that be all, Sir?"
Print
Peter Arno



"Will that be all, sir?"
Peter Arno
The New Yorker, October 23, 1943, page 26




This
 one might not be from The New Yorker at all:
"Now let me tell you about my troubles!"
Print
Peter Arno



"Now let me tell you about my troubles!"
Peter Arno





In the men's room, there is a risque watercolor of a languid woman by Dean Cornwell.
Dean Cornwell



T
here are some murals in the men's room as well. Vive la différence.

















There was more in the restaurant, including additional work by Arno, but I didn't get to see the details. Diners enjoying their meals stayed put at their tables, annoyingly blocking my view.

And, by the way, the food was good too.


Note:
  To put it plainly, these aren't the finest photographs I ever took. They also aren't anywhere close to a full survey of the cartoon art in the 21 Club. I'm sure that some of the thousands of patrons who dined there over the years must have taken a few high-quality snaps of the art and perhaps they are willing to share those memories here on Attempted Bloggery. I await their documentary photographs with readiness. In the meantime, farewell to the 21 Club, at least in its most recent form. Perhaps it may reopen in some other incarnation.

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