Once upon a time in New York there was no Doubles Club. It was a sad time indeed. The Sherry Netherland Hotel
was the most gorgeous hotel in New York, and although it was always filled to overflowing with beautiful people,
its large and beautiful basement was temporarily empty and lonely.
One day, a Southern gentleman, beloved by all who knew him, changed all that. His name was Earl Blackwell and,
aided and abetted by a marvelous man named Joe Norban, who had the good sense to live with his family in the hotel,
Doubles was born, thank heavens. New York hasn't been the same since, it has been infinitely better.
The basement had once had a place where people came to dance and dine. A marvelous Russian called Serge Obelensky
and an Englishman called Cecil Beaton had tried to make the "in" place to go, but neither had much success with it.
Joe Norban was the man who knew exactly why not. "Earl," he said. "All this place really needs is to have a kitchen
of its own, and not to rely on the hotel kitchen that serves upstairs first."
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was the most gorgeous hotel in New York, and although it was always filled to overflowing with beautiful people,
its large and beautiful basement was temporarily empty and lonely.
One day, a Southern gentleman, beloved by all who knew him, changed all that. His name was Earl Blackwell and,
aided and abetted by a marvelous man named Joe Norban, who had the good sense to live with his family in the hotel,
Doubles was born, thank heavens. New York hasn't been the same since, it has been infinitely better.
The basement had once had a place where people came to dance and dine. A marvelous Russian called Serge Obelensky
and an Englishman called Cecil Beaton had tried to make the "in" place to go, but neither had much success with it.
Joe Norban was the man who knew exactly why not. "Earl," he said. "All this place really needs is to have a kitchen
of its own, and not to rely on the hotel kitchen that serves upstairs first."
continue >