New York - 55th Street

Iron In The Soul, p.34
He turned right into Fifty-Fifth street, and stopped in front of a French cafe-restaurant, A La Petite Coquette. he looked at the red and green facade, hesitated a moment, then pushed through the door. He wanted to see what Frenchmen were looking like today. Inside it was dark and almost cool. The blinds lowered, the lamps lit.

* the chef from la Parisienne Restaurant on 55th street, and who suddenly remembered Jean-Paul Sartre himself
dining here often, apparently, with the wife, and they loved the hot dogs ..