Jim Kellem, a talent agent from CMA (Creative Management Associates) and my good buddy, invites me to join him at Patsy’s, where he is having a business dinner with Phil Silvers. Phil Silvers was a comedic actor of Russian-Jewish descent, nicknamed "The King of Chutzpah." He was best known for his starring role as Master Sergeant Ernest "Ernie" Bilko in the hit sitcom The Phil Silvers Show (1955 – 1959). In the series, platoon leader Bilko is a hysterical con man and schemer who runs the motor pool at a small Kansas US Army post. It was a show that was on the level of I Love Lucy and The Honeymooners.

     

    Phil Silvers as Sergeant Bilko.

    Phil Silvers as Sergeant Bilko.

     

    “You bet! I would love to meet Sergeant Bilko,” I replied on the phone to Jim. As I walk in the restaurant, I see the two of them sitting at a table for four in the center of the room. Jim spots me and waves me over, and I sit down across from Jim with Phil Silvers on my right. Introductions are made and Phil turns back to Jim. They are talking business and I cannot hear everything, but from what I can hear, they are talking about a commercial that Phil is going to make for Chrysler, and Phil is telling Jim he wants to be paid in cash. It sounds like Phil is complaining but he is turned to his right, away from me, so I hear his tone more than his actual words. Jim is patiently listening to everything and nodding in agreement. This goes on until the waiter comes over and we order dinner. They go back to their conversation while waiting for drinks, I glance around and check out the room. I see Henny Youngman and some other celebrities.

    This is Patsy’s, after all. A classic Italian restaurant founded in 1944 by Pasquale "Patsy" Scognamillo, Patsy's Italian Restaurant has been in its current location (in the building just next to the original site) since 1954. Patsy's has been known for years as Frank Sinatra's favorite restaurant, and is a New York favorite for many celebrities. Many of them have come to regard Patsy's restaurant as a discreet place to hang out in New York. It has an excellent location on West 56th Street, not far from Carnegie Hall, Lincoln Center, and the theater district. It’s not that fancy, either, but pricey, with very good food that one would expect from a restaurant of such a caliber. Almost a well-kept secret, but not really, it is open to the public.

     

     

    After a while Henny Youngman gets up from his table and walks over. He and Phil exchange greetings and Jim introduces me. Henny asks Phil if he can join us for a moment. “Sure,” Phil says, “sit down.” Henny Youngman's routine consisted of telling simple one-liner jokes. Known as "the King of One-Liners," a stage performance by Youngman lasted only 15 to 20 minutes but contained dozens of jokes in rapid succession. "Take my wife... please."

    Phil and Henny chat for a moment about a mutual acquaintance and then Phil turns back to Jim, and Henny turns to me and asks, “what’s with the long hair?” I am surprised and caught off guard. “It is the style of our times,” I say. He says, “cut your hair, you look ridiculous!” I really don’t know how to reply, but he is from my parents’ generation and my father certainly would prefer that my hair was kept short, so there it is. Then he gets up and with a nod to me says goodbye to all of us.

     

    Henny Youngman.

    Henny Youngman.

     

    In the late eighties, Jim calls me from the West Coast where he now lives, and asks me for a favor. He had left CMA and moved to Los Angeles, and is now in talent management. One of his clients, Robert Schimmel, was coming to the city for an HBO comedy special taping to be hosted by Rodney Dangerfield. Jim wants me to pick Schimmel up at JFK and bring him to an apartment in the city. Then my job would be to take him to his appointments over the course of two days and bring him back to the airport to catch his flight back to Los Angeles. I know that it is customary to pick people up at the airport, but if you live in Manhattan, it is unheard of, we just don’t do that. Reason number one is that most Manhattanites don’t own cars. There are a variety of reasons for that, but I won’t bore you with the details.

    I see Robert as he comes out of baggage claim and I wave to him. He walks over and gets into my car (yes, I owned one, a late-model Cadillac DeVille, a big boat of a car.) He tells me he is borrowing an apartment on 31st Street just off Third Avenue. As we are driving in from Queens, he tells me we have tickets for Rodney Dangerfield’s Broadway show that night. How cool is that? I am definitely up for it. I park my car; he takes out the keys to the apartment and we go up. It is on the second floor of a renovated walk-up, a small one bedroom. After getting him settled in we then agree that I would come back at five that evening, and we would get dinner and go to the Broadway theatre for Rodney’s show.

    We get to the theatre and pick up our tickets at will call. Good seats on the side, balcony level. Rodney comes on and does his routine. Just him and a spotlight. No band or props and no problem. He is funny as all get out and the sold-out show was extremely entertaining. After the show we went backstage to see Rodney. Robert told me he was expecting us, but we should wait fifteen minutes to let the initial crowd of well-wishers clear out.

    When we get to Rodney’s dressing room the door is open and Rodney waves us in. Robert says hello and introduces me. Rodney says to have a seat and there are about seven people in the room. Rodney is holding court with a bunch of fellow comedians. Everyone there looks familiar, but the names escape me. Like a roast but friendly, Rodney is cracking jokes while talking and asking and answering questions. They have all met many times before. It is a club. I keep quiet as I have nothing to say, and I am the newcomer. At one point there was something I could add to the conversation, and I spoke up. Rodney looks over towards me and says, “what a deep voice; you sound like a psychologist!” It is not a derogatory comment, but I don’t know what to say in reply so I just smile. After forty-five minutes or so Rodney says, “let’s go to the club.” Robert tells me to come along.

    Outside the theatre there is a stretch limo waiting and the remaining five of us pile in. I’m still the kid so I take the jump seat. It is around midnight and there is no traffic, so it is a quick drive to Dangerfield’s.

     

    Dangerfield's, no longer open. Photo by Paul Stafford for TravelMag.com.

    Dangerfield's, no longer open. Photo by Paul Stafford for TravelMag.com.

     

    We get out and Rodney takes a key out and opens the door. I was surprised; I did not expect him to actually unlock the door. I don’t know what I expected. I always thought the club was his in name only. Many celebrities license or lend their name to clubs, restaurants, and various retail establishments. This is done for a fee or perhaps they have a percentage of ownership. The demands of touring and the time commitment to the road prevents the ongoing stewardship these establishments require. I never thought for one minute that he was actually a day-to-day owner, but the manner in which he navigates the club says he is. The five of us walk in and Rodney flicks on the lights. He tells us to go behind the bar and help ourselves to anything we want. I reach for a beer, and Rodney, standing next to me, mixes a drink. He says to me, “put the beer down. You can have a drink like the rest of us!”

    We all settle into a big round table at the front of the club near the stage. We are chit chatting and I ask Rodney if he lives near here, and he says “yes, I live nearby, close to Sutton Place.” Everything is very relaxed and pleasant. Then, Rodney stands up and starts doing his shtick. It is not the Broadway show’s material, but different. I can’t say how special that moment felt to me. After about twenty minutes he said to Barry Sobel, “Barry, show us what you got.” He has all of us cracking up. While he is doing his bit, Rodney looks over and sees my glass is empty and whispers to me to make myself another drink. I quietly walk behind the bar and make another vodka and tonic.

    Next up is Lenny Clarke, and he does about twenty minutes. This is great stuff; I am starting to think that these are their sets, and I wish I had the timing and jokes to join them. It seems so effortless and easy for them. Of course, that is one of the requirements of stand-up comedy. It is supposed to look effortless and spontaneous. In reality it is hard work, writing and refining these monologues. Dom Irrera is up next, with different approach but hysterical, and time just flies by. It is a little after 3 am and Rodney tells Robert to do his bit. Robert says no and everyone starts good-naturedly teasing him and encouraging him to do it. Robert, realizing he was the only one left among his group of peers who hadn’t done his bit, relents. He is great, just like the rest of them. He does his story, which I had heard before (it is extremely blue), and I had a “aha” moment. It dawns on me: these guys are all going to be in Rodney’s HBO comedy special and maybe this is an impromptu run through. Or is this just what they do when they hang out? This is a group of successful professional comedians, all performing their routines for their peers, so it is a big deal. How lucky am I? What a special experience. Even though I didn’t tell a joke I felt part of the group. This was way different than hanging with musicians.

    It is almost four am when we walk out of the club. Rodney’s limo is there but we are all going in different directions, so we hail some passing cabs. Robert and I jump in a taxi and head downtown. I drop him off at his 31st Street apartment and continue in the cab to my apartment on Sixteenth Street.

    Wow! What a night!

    I was having too good a time to remember the jokes but here’s a sampling from Rodney Dangerfield and Henny Youngman:

    Rodney Dangerfield:

    I could tell that my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio.

    My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met.

    I went to see my doctor. "Doctor, every morning when I get up and look in the mirror... I feel like throwing up. What's wrong with me?" He said, "I don't know but your eyesight is perfect."

    A girl phoned me the other day and said, "Come on over. There’s nobody home." I went over. Nobody was home.

    Henny Youngman:

    He has two chances of winning an argument with her, slim and none.

    I looked high and low for you. I didn't look low enough.

    I enjoy talking to you. My mind needed a rest.

    I said to a guy, "Do you know where Broadway is?" He said "Yes," and walked away.

    6 comments on “Dangerfield’s”

    1. I saw Rodney twice, the first time at Dangerfield's. He was relaxed and the show was great.
      The next time I saw him in a large venue - he was a rock star. By far the best comedy show I ever saw. The audience was positively howling.
      Rodney was the best ever.

      1. I'm sure you've seen the clip where Dangerfield is a guest on The Johnny Carson Show" and Johnny was laughing so hard he could barely keep it together.

        I once sat next to Henny Youngman at the Carnegie Deli and he was so naturally funny my friends and I could hardly eat, we were laughing so hard.

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