A way channel your inner Holly Golightly

In the 1961 film Breakfast at Tiffany ’s, Audrey Hepburn’s character Holly Golightly muses that a visit to the jeweller’s Fifth Avenue flagship store “calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it.”

She also says, in these lines also found in Truman Capote’s novella of the same name, that “nothing very bad could happen to you there.” Turns out Golightly was right. I discovered this first-hand when I inadvertently knocked over a piece of Tiffany china during a visit to the Blue Box Cafe, the luxury retailer’s first dining venture located on the fourth floor of the famed location. The crash was neither quiet nor proud. I was mortified and I know my middle school self — who coveted Tiffany ’s chunky sterlingsilver jewelry beyond any school crush — would have been, too.

But instead of a proper scolding, my waiter nonchalantly whisked the broken crockery away. “It happens more often than you’d think,” he said. “Just don’t let it ruin your experience.”

The concept of Breakfast at Tiffany’s has changed dramatically since Golightly’s tranquil 5 a.m. stroll down Fifth Avenue. Now, instead of paper coffee cups and curbside pastries, modern-day Golightlys can indulge their rich fantasies with a three-course breakfast inside the store.

Visiting the seemingly built-forInstagram restaurant — which opened to fanfare in November of last year — has become a bucket-list item for foreign tourists, film fans and even New Yorkers.

The photo-friendly spot, outfitted entirely in the brand’s signature robin’s egg blue and white, was reportedly designed with the intention of having guests feel like jewels nestled in one of Tiffany’s trademark boxes: a reservation at the compact cafe, which seats only 40 people, has become as desirable as one of the jeweller’s heart-tag

charm bracelets.

I arrived early to get the lay of the land and, in the spirit of Golightly, allow extra time for window shopping. Visitors must navigate the store’s bustling first floor to reach the elevators leading to the cafe.

En route, I stopped to gawk at a whopping 128.54-carat yellow diamond. I then made my luxurious ascent to the fourth floor, where the cafe is perched at the end of the home and accessories department.

At the host’s stand, I received the royal treatment and was whisked to a two-top table facing Central Park’s Grand Army Plaza.

Many restaurant guests had dressed for the posh occasion.

One group of women, clad head to toe in blue, even bragged to their waiter that they’d gotten matching teal mani-pedis the night before.

The menu was full of trendy American fare (avocado toast) with buzzy New York monikers (the Fifth Avenue salad with Maine lobster and grapefruit). And though I arrived at noon, I ordered breakfast, which is served all day. The decadent meal included a seasonal fruit plate with edible flowers and pre-peeled grapes; a miniature croissant with three spreads; and my choice of one of four entrees.

Despite the quiet and proud bones of this place, it is still susceptible to enthusiastic selfie seekers who want to preserve — and, perhaps more important, share — their fine memories of this special place.