For nearly 130 years, this venerable New York institution has proudly stood at 55th and Third Avenue, witnessing the march of time from beneath rows of skyscrapers and welcoming all visitors as friends. Appreciated for the convivial ambiance and classic fare, P.J. Clarke’s is the quintessential American Saloon. P.J. Clarke’s has stood for Social Networking before there was a Social Network.
The world class bartenders, dexterous oyster shuckers and wise regulars alike spin countless tales of the legendary patrons who have pulled up a stool or occupied a booth at P.J.s. The spirits of Sinatra, Buddy Holly and Johnny Mercer [who penned “One for My Baby” perched at the wives’ beer window] live on. The bar has historically been known as a
gentlemen’s perch, but today is also a comfortable destination for women. The historic dining room is home to a mix of people as eclectic as the city itself—newsmakers rub shoulders with young publicists who note the table of three generations, debating the topics of today.