Though the power lunch is by no means confined to New York, its cadence seems most conducive to the practice, particularly in comparison to other metropolises—Paris, let's say, or Madrid—where midday meals run leisurely courses. In the mid 19th century, Gotham real estate tycoons flocked to Delmonico's during workday afternoons for Lobster Newburg. During the 1920's, a select group of literary nobles feasted on pancakes stuffed with chicken hash and Peach Melba's over games of cribbage at the Algonquin Hotel. By mid-century, power lunching destinations began carving out their own niches: "Ladies who Lunched" picked over salads at a well-trodden trifecta of restaurants crowned with French definite articles (Le Cirque, Le Pavillon, La Grenouille). Soon after, the publishing world chose Michael's as their own, closing three-book deals over seared scallops. "I have a lot of boring lunches, but I never have a boring lunch at Michael's," Fire and Fury author Michael Wolff once wrote.