Legend has it that Ernest Hemmingway himself liberated the Ritz on August 25th 1944. After having inspected the corridors spattered with bullet holes, he sat himself at the bar and downed 50 Martinis one after the other egged on by the German soldiers. To pay homage to this thirsty and prestigious man, the place gave his name to the smallest and warmest bar, which not so long ago was for ladies only. In order to access this discrete little place filled with comfortable club armchairs, you have...
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