When you get caught between the moon and New York City.

From the Madeline Murals at the Carlyle, and foie burger at Minetta Tavern, We Love New York. 

Strolling through the Modern-

buying clocks with big numbers at the gift shop. Sharper Images.

We Love New York!

With euphoric recall we remember the Days of Comedy Clubs and “Arthurs“ jazz club, two drink minimums, laced with “sunshine and sodas and beer.” 

Oh the crunch of multi colored leaves as we strolled across Central Park in Autumn to have lunch at The Boathouse. Shout out to Amanda and Lee as we danced at your wedding there 10 years ago. 

Ah, yes NYC. 

From Drinks at the bar at The Four Seasons before the variegated visuals of the flowers and soufflés at Grenouille, we Miss our Golden New York. 

Memories of dancing at El Morocco and Le Club before backgammon in the backroom at Cavalleros, priceless. We closed the night before with an early breakfast at the open all night Brassiere.

How about the days of sitting on an auxiliary seat in the back of a smoke filled yellow cab with leg room, en route to an underground Allen Ginsburg poetry reading in a dive on Astor place near Tompkins Square Park? Run on sentence counters, I know. 

“I took a deep breath and listened to the bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.” Poems by Sylvia Plath inspired us to walk down to the Hip Bagel and add a schmear.

Shout out to our forever friend Shelly Fireman. Yep, the Cafe Tartufo, Fiorellos, Bond 45, Red Eye Grill- ( where the shrimp really do dance off plates) Shelly. He’s an iconoclastic, artistically brilliant guy who had a vision we jumped onto.

We heard about him and how he sculpted his multifaceted interests into a successful Empire. Mangia e Bene.

A perfect panoply of his Peter Max Art, knowledge of herbal cures i.e. Dr. Giller and his cocktails known as ACE (adrenal cortex extract.) 

Then the take a break stroll for Eggs, lox and caramelized onions with a toasted bialy from Barney Greengrass, yes, please.

We couldn’t help but prophesize that he would find a unique recipe for success through the perfect antipasto in the most lyrical of neighborhoods. He would breathe garlic into locations housing music, art and the sounds of Placido Domingo. Good guess, indeed. Bravissimo Shelly!

Moving on now to the long ago delights of Steak Diane at Quo Vadis before it became The Post House and now Marjorelle, the haute french cuisine jeweled endeavor by the Grenouille guys.

Throw back to a little black jack and throwing dice at a private after hours gambling joint in a townhouse on 72nd and Park. Brass, red carpeting and pink walls added to the late night fantasy of downing Harveys Bristol Cream. Bromo- seltzer set up on our nightstand could have served as the back drop of an Andy Warhol painting. 

B. Altman’s, Rita’s Blue Tent Dress Shop on Madison Avenue and accessories and Mini Dresses at Bendels was our idea of a perfect Saturday shop around before lunch at Yellowfingers or Daly’s Dandelion.

Sunday mornings of counting Ninas on the cover of The Times Sunday Magazine section through the distinct brilliance of Al Hirschfeld, was the precursor to lunch at the always crowded Maxwell’s Plum.

Oh those Eggs Benedict and mimosas under the kaleidoscopic stained-glass ceilings imagined and realized by Warner LeRoy. Pre- Tavern on the Green. What a treat before grabbing the latest Woody Allen film at The Paris Theater on 59th Street. 

Sunday night dinners with sauce secreto at Ginos draped with Scalamandre Zebras bouncing off the walls. Potato croquettes delight.

We miss, in the way, way back of the memory bin, the Pate at Brussels, anything at Le Bernardin- and the pasta at Joe and Rose (favorite of the Kennedys.) Everything and anything prepared at Christ Cellas on East 44th Street- no menus and house charge ready. Table in the kitchen please.

So just for today, we will brush off our blue suede shoes, pick out a paisley blouse, grab an old hermes belt, add a touch of Shalimar and dream of the Date-nut bread sandwiches at Chock Full o’ Nuts. We may be relocating but our memories are bolted down with every screw in place.