The place, briefly
César Ritz opened the hotel that carries his name in 1898, with Auguste Escoffier running the kitchens, and between them they more or less invented the modern luxury hotel — electric light, a bathroom to every room, and service calibrated to make royalty feel adequately received. The address did the rest: the Place Vendôme side for the grand entrance, the long corridor of vitrines back to the rue Cambon side, and, tucked there, the small bar that would collect more literary legend per square meter than any room in Paris.
For the expatriate books, the Ritz is the Right Bank's pole star — the money register against which Montparnasse's saucers are counted. Fitzgerald made the bar practically a second byline: it is where Tender Is the Night installs Abe North — the Divers' brilliant, failing composer friend — for his long, ruinous last morning of charm before the boat train, and where A Moveable Feast lands its final Fitzgerald joke — Georges the barman, years later, asking Hemingway who this Monsieur Fitzgerald was that everyone kept asking about.
Hemingway's own Ritz legends bookend the war. In August 1944 he arrived with the liberation, a band of irregulars in tow, and 'liberated' the hotel bar — the martini count has grown with every telling, which is how he would have wanted it. And in 1956, by the story he told, the basement yielded two small trunks he had left in 1928: the notebooks that became A Moveable Feast. The hotel restored itself top to bottom from 2012 to 2016; the little bar on the Cambon side now carries Hemingway's name, which settles the argument about who won it.