"No matter the night or the performer, there’s a sense of occasion at Café Carlyle, the feeling that this is a big night out at the last great in New York. The room has barely changed since it opened in 1955, except that back then, there were often two or even three shows instead of one a night. The martinis are still considered the best in the city, and the soft light from the little table lamps, the most flattering. The lampshades were painted by the Hungarian-born French artist , as were the fanciful and droll murals on the walls, storybook-style illustrations of children in s painting and playing music, as well as dancing bears and ballerinas."