![]() Mitchell, Senior Lecturer in Victorian Literature and Culture at the University of Birmingham, who gave a scholarly reading, rather than an after-dinner talk, on the subject of ‘Editing Oscar Wilde: Tales of the Oral Tales’. Geoff Dibb introduced the evening’s speaker, Dr Rebecca N. More power to Oscar we all thought, this no doubt being Mr Whelan’s drift. Robert underscored Wilde’s achievement by noting that staging seasons of plays is a tricky business - if one fails the season generally fails - and not even Shakespeare had managed to occupy a London theatre for a whole year. It then fell to Robert Whelan to propose the toast, but not before reminding us that in London we were currently in the midst of an Oscar Wilde season. The quotation in question was taken from a manuscript on Tite Street notepaper (not the actual fragment, you understand, just an image of it) of a line from The Critic as Artist, being Wilde’s assertion that a sense of colour is of more importance than a sense of right and wrong - a line that proved to be a useful rejoinder to comments about my wardrobe’s tendency towards the criminal. It was also pointed out for those not attuned to such numeracy (unlike myself who had already noticed), that the back of the menu cleverly contained a remark made by Wilde on this very date, October 13th, back in 1890. The Society’s chairman, Don Mead, heralded proceedings with his customary aplomb, speculating that if Oscar were in attendance for this, his 163rd birthday, he would still probably only admit to 161. ![]() Moreover, instead of Wilde in wax, here was Gladstone in granite, his statue validating the verbal analogy of being part Gradgrind and part Murdstone. I began to wonder whether the society had misunderstood Algernon when he advocated being serious about meals. The Grand Old Man himself would have recognised the waiting staff’s steady service, the ceramic walls and columns, and the braised beef and carrots. Whereas the National Liberal Club, a neo-Gothic gentlemen’s enclave commissioned on the Victoria Embankment by Gladstone, seems to epitomize the establishment. The Cadogan was, appropriately enough, an arresting experience. Oscar was actually there on one occasion, blatantly Bunburying over by the wainscoting in waxwork. The cosy confines of the Cadogan designated the decadent life: I recall poetry readings and green carnations, hotel cuisine and after-dinner chats, sparkling wine and sugar cookies on the couch. I highly recommend making reservations, as it is definitely a popular spot.Photograph of a waxwork study entitled ‘Oscar Wilde’ by Hiroshi Sugimoto. While they do host dinner and cocktails 7 days a week, the weekend brunch is the perfect spot for a birthday, bachelorette, or just a fun morning out. The dinner menu has a bit more to offer in terms of American fare including light bites, salads, and signature entrees so regardless of your table’s hunger level, there is something for everyone. The brunch menu is limited but offers many yummy brunch favorites. ![]() The cocktail menu is quite extensive and has many signature offerings from each category of liquor as well as beer & wines. each cocktail and dish is made to be not only delicious, but picture perfect as well. Not only will you notice the 118.5 ft bar (the longest in NYC) but the entire restaurant is covered, ceiling to floor, in the most instagrammable, pink floral decor. Oscar Wilde is an incredible historic spot located in midtown Manhattan, that offers a super fun & aesthetically pleasing brunch, dinner, and bar space.
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