"Miss Runcible said that she had heard of a divine night club near Leicester Square somewhere where you could get a drink at any hour of the night...They paid ten shillings each and signed false names in the visitor's book. Then they went downstairs to a very hot room full of cigarette smoke; there were unsteady tables with bamboo legs round the walls and there were some people in shirt sleeves dancing on a shiny linoleum floor."
I'm missing the Black Gardenia...
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