I had lunch today with someone who whenever he is in New York has lunch in the Four Seasons Grill.   I can see why.   Even if Philip Johnson no longer occupies the corner table and Henry Kissinger is no longer holding court, it still has the atmosphere of 1960s power lunching.   I had bison which I’ve never had before.   The curtains shimmered as they have done ever since they switched on the air conditioning.   Only the Picasso tapestry was missing because they removed it on Saturday to the New York Historical Society.   This is the room:

These are the window curtains:

And this is the decoration above the bar: