By Brian Koppelman 5/21/01 12:00am

Mayfair Club: An Elegy for a Carpet Joint

You’d need a bolt-cutter to get into the Mayfair Club now, where once all you needed was an introduction from a regular. It was a carpet joint, the last classed-up poker room in a city that used to be lousy with them. I got my introduction from a guy named Scott, who played in the Read More

By Anne Roiphe 5/18/98 12:00am

Congress Dickers With Gunslingers for Big Tobacco Hed:

I heard one of those tobacco apparatchiks on TV, threatening us with a black market in cigarettes if the weed is taxed beyond the reach of lungs just dying to suck it in. Visions of Prohibition danced through my head: black cars crossing the borders in the wee hours of the morning, Eliot Ness smashing Read More