"For more than 100 years, New York’s elite have wined and dined under the Plaza’s gilded palms. Listen for faint laughter and tiny footsteps while you’re enjoying your barrel-aged smoked Sazarac, it might be the two ghost children that are said to haunt the Palm Court. The Plaza is filled with spirits, so beware if you feel a cold breeze: It could be the socialite who roams the halls after a financial scandal did her in or the phantom party where F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald are rumored to eternally sip Champagne." - Laine Doss