Establishments located in structures as old and rich in history as Arnaud’s are obligated to house an occasional ghost. We believe that the spirits of our guests’ good times stay with us, only adding to the atmosphere.
More than one waiter has been startled to see a gentleman dressed in a turn of the century tuxedo standing in the far left corner of the main dining room at the beveled glass windows. He seems to appear when the restaurant is at its busiest and most exuberant, smiling with a proprietary air.
This leads us all to believe that it is indeed Count Arnaud, surveying his domain in approval of Casbarian’s stewardship. Occasionally when a busboy drops a tray, the waiters agree that the Count is on the premises. Other staff members have seen a party of similarly clad gentlemen making merry at the bar in the wee hours after closing. Could be ghosts, could be the waiters.
Another waiter saw a behatted woman leave the ladies room and stroll across the corridor to disappear through the wall. Inspection proved that the wall had been added in this decade and on the other side is a staircase at the spot she disappeared. The waiter, one not easily rattled, was so shaken that he took the rest of the evening off.
Finally, Arnaud’s rock-solid CPA, the one firmly standing in reality, was conducting the restaurant’s annual year-end inventory in the early hours of New Year’s Day in the Richelieu Bar, one of the oldest structures dating from the late 1700′s. Alone, counting bottles on the bar, he reported a dramatic drop in temperature that emanated from the end of the bar nearest the street entrance. With the hair on the back of his neck bristling, he immediately exited.
The chilly atmosphere in the Richelieu Bar can probably be attributed to disappointed opium fiends who checked in only to find that they had been displaced by the Count’s purchase of that building, according to newspaper accounts of the real estate transfer. Even ghosts have their favorite haunts.