Today is my father’s 84th birthday. The man who taught me to love books and the music of Tin Pan Alley and Broadway musicals and Golden-Age movies and art and New York City is a man who deserves a breakfast of exquisite ingredients served in a beautiful setting. Well, that’s today’s lunch…he’s taking me and a young friend to La Grenouille.
To the man whose widow’s peak I got if not his fashion sense:
To the guy who loves a good NY tavern like Donahue’s as much as swankier restaurants like “21” and the aforementioned La Grenouille:
I wish I could give you a perfect soft-boiled egg smothered in caviar…
on the terrace of a Venetian palazzo.
Oh, poor us…we’ll have to settle for a banquette amid Charles Masson’s flowers and his father’s lovely paintings. We’ll take it!
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