Long Live the King
A Legendary Hotel Bar Returns
The Bloody Mary was invented here.
Dalí used to walk his ocelot around the bar.
And there’s a royal court in the house.
Welcome to King Cole Bar and Salon, an updated version of one of the most legendary hotel bars ever built, now open at the St. Regis.
John DeLucie: got a thing for restoring beloved Manhattan landmarks. See: Bill’s and Crown. And now: here. There are a few ways to approach it, and they are:
The dining room and its Waterford-crystal chandeliers are now part of the same operation as the bar. So post up beside the new black marble fireplace and conduct power lunch negotiations over, say, lamb merguez with roasted grapes.
The “important” date.
Beneath a restored blue-sky fresco, you can grab a sofa with its own table. Look into your date’s eyes, take their hand and tell them how you really feel... about osetra and seafood towers.
The classic belly-up.
They’ve restored the mural of Old King Cole back to vibrancy and laid down a leopard-print carpet in the bar. Procure one of six Bloodys (the Red Snapper is the original original) and some Grandma Giulia’s Meatballs (a sacred DeLucie family recipe and crown jewel of the bar menu) and raise a toast to His Majesty’s eternal youth.
Or to meatballs.