“There is a hotel on Broadway that lovers of summer resorts have not yet discovered. It is vast and cool. Its rooms are decorated in dark oak, cool even in the midday heat. Homemade breezes and dark green hedges give him all the delights of the Adirondack Mountains without their inherent inconveniences. Not a single climber can experience the serene joy that a person experiences when he climbs its wide stairs or, under the watchful eye of an experienced guide, with his chest seated with brass buttons, dreamily carried upward in one of the elevators, as if in a cable car. The chef here cooks trout like you won't get even in the White Mountains of Nevada, his lobster and other seafood will make Old Point Comfort green with envy (“I'll be damned, sir!”), and his venison is from Maine. could soften the bureaucratic heart of the senior forester..."