Toots Shore.

On the sidewalk outside 51 West 51st Street, waiting to be let in.

You’re in excellent company, my dear; even Charlie Chaplin has to stand in line at the original Toots Shor’s.

Toots himself appears at the door, a burly man in a sharkskin suit. He scans the crowd and says a few words to the bouncer, who calls out in your direction.

“Miss? You, in the blouse. Right this way.”

Please, go on without me. You’ve clearly met some criterion that puts you in a rarefied category.

Toots Shor Blouse (No. 7114), wrap-front style with big 4” flaring cuffs, secure hidden-button closure at bust (sorry, boys). Tailored in practical cotton that has a bit of stretchy stuff for a good fit; you could wear it with jeans. Imported.