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Found this from a NY Post article
But what really put 666 Fifth on the map was Top of the Sixes, a 41st-floor restaurant with fabulous views. It featured “Cocktails in the Clouds” for a then-pricey $1.25 and food of which one critic snarked, “Beef stroganoff was a Swiss steak on noodles reminiscent of a hundred airline meals.” In his 2007 memoir, “The Wolf of Wall Street,” Jordan Belfort recalled lunching at Top of the Sixes with a pal from LF Rothschild, downstairs. “It was where Masters of the Universe could get blitzed on martinis and exchange war stories,” Belfort wrote, as depicted in the 2013 movie.
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One recent rainy evening, the Rev. Al Sharpton, in a slim-cut, pinstriped gray suit, knifed through a sea of 1-percenters 41 floors above Midtown.
The private stogie club atop 666 Fifth Ave. has been one of Manhattan’s most privileged aeries for 20 years. Its denizens are mostly Hollywood and Wall Street movers and shakers who pay $7,500 to join plus $325 more per month.
It’s a puzzle how often-broke Sharpton can afford a place described as “an Olympian den for what Tom Wolfe called ‘Masters of the Universe.’
The cooing-couples scene at the top of 666 gave way to bicoastal, boldface intrigue. At a 1997 pre-opening bash, the Times caught “Tom Selleck sharing a smoke with Gregory Hines, Laurence Fishburne puffing away with Stephen Baldwin, and Carol Alt lighting an Arturo Fuente for Jennifer Tilly.” In later years, Sharpton would head for a leather armchair in a secluded corner and schmooze with Michael Jordan, Jay Z and city power players like Rudy Giuliani and John Catsimatidis.