I have been coming here weekly for fifty years, so I know it well and have watched it slowly change. This may be the nostalgia talking, but I really think that it started to slip some with the new ownership. I noticed this when my bartender of decades served me my martini and the olive had a pimento in it. When I registered my shock he just shook his head. Avoid nights when the Whitney has an opening. Not really the kind of crowd conducive to meditating on the murals and the sobering thought that Bemelman's charming work was rooted in his need to pay his bar tab.