Dragging Charlie over the Cold Cuts, Dept.
A new year, and the opportunity to walk down Memory Lane. Hey, who remembers Plato's Retreat? C'mon now...New York City's leading on-premises (hetero) sex club in the late '70s? No?
Well, as a wee child, I remember two things about Plato's Retreat, a place that vanished after the city closed down sex clubs post-AIDS: (i) their TV commercial (below), which I can only imagine aired late at night on one of the local channels in the middle of '30s musicals and Japanese monster movies (my staples) and (ii) the fact that they served a hot and cold buffet.
As you view the commercial, tell me you would even vaguely consider eating in a place like that. "Hey, cocktail franks! Whoops, sorry, buddy..." There is so much about that place that fascinated/repelled me then and now. Netflix carries a documentary titled American Swing that chronicles the rise and fall of Plato's. Should I watch it, I will report on my findings.