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The Cafe Carlyle, a night club that has been around for more than fifty years and has always managed to actually look like a night club where people who went to night clubs would actually go, has been redone. About a year ago, James McBride, the Carlyle Hotel's manager, was planning to relocate the Cafe to the basement. His notion was to turn the ground-floor space where Woody Allen has played impassive, Bechet-ish clarinet for many years (and where Bobby Short kept Cole Porter standards raspingly alive for even more) into just another Madison Avenue boutique.
"Then I woke up one morning and realized that this was a terrible idea," McBride said the other day. "A lucrative idea, but a terrible one. The Cafe is part of the iconic status of our hotel. So we decided to redo it instead." The redoing, which began in July amid a frenzy of falling plaster that made the glamorous space look exactly like your kitchen when the contractor hits, has now been finished, and the people involved are happy to point out all the little improvements they have made: the ugly lunar-landscape acoustic dropped ceiling has been removed and real theatrical lighting has been installed; a glittering...