|1279 Sixth Avenue, At 51st. Street|
RADIO CITY 19, NEW YORK
No, not Davy Jones of the Monkees. Davy Jones as in Davy Jones' Locker, the place in the depths where you legendarily go when drowned at sea. Despite the downer name, the postcard makes it look like a decent place for fish and crustaceans, along the lines of the Oyster Bar at Grand Central. In the magazine The Rotarian (1959), critic Fred A. Roozen in his "Gourmet in Gotham" column writes, "It seems that of all the many seafood restaurants, each is more famous than the other. One of the best is Davy Jones Sea Food House ..." Craig Claiborne in not so kind: "The broiled fish dishes are smothered in paprika to make up for improper grilling. A waiter denied that the sticky orange stuff over the salad greens was patented glue, while at another table one of his colleagues was explaining to a couple that he didn't know if the fish was fresh or not and offhand he couldn't think of anyone who might know."