I can't believe what I'm hearing. Has this gem of restaurant really changed hands and dumbed down its fare? The upstairs seasonal prix fixe menu was a great pleasure. Savoy was the first place I took my girlfriend (now wife) when we visited NYC a year and a half after I moved back to LA. I daydream of roasted figs stuffed with foie gras. I wrote the place into a novel. And now it's just a hollow shell? I bet they've even covered the lovely old pressed-tin ceiling upstairs. If I were given to hyperbole I would describe this as culinary al qaedaism. I am not happy. Dennehy and Redgrave may not be enough to draw me back to town. I want my @#$%& Savoy back!
That is all.