Wow. The ceiling is intact. The railings, the gawdawful railings, are still around, and so is the strange non-fire fireplace. The light fixtures are different. And now we have a clue about the mysterious white things stuck in the rocky column: power outlets.

Placed with great care,  for reasons lost to history.

One thing disappoints: the ceiling was not lit from above by banks of ultra-modern hidden bulbs. It was just plain old accoustical tile.

On the other hand, look through the door: those chairs are original. Those were chairs for people who sat at the bar and watched a moon landing, baby.