[Pink Pig Time Machine by Wilfrid: May 12, 2008]
Well that was a nice ten days or so on the West Coast, my first ever visit.
I was happy to be home again. I can tell, because there's a delightful sketch of the Manhattan skyline in my journal. To paraphrase Klee, I went for a walk with a line.
A mysterious entry upon my return. After checking to be sure that Jimmy's Corner and the downstairs bar at Sardi's were still there (and they are there today), I went to somewhere called Luigi's and consumed - apparently - spaghetti and meatballs and a glass of Margaux. Seems to have been a joint on Eighth Avenue, and I am betting the Margaux wasn't the Grand Cru. Anyway, the time difference left me sitting up all night watching bad horror movies.
A pilgrimage the next day to eat a legendary sandwich - now gone forever - the vesteddi - pig's spleen - with mozzarella, served from a storefront called La Foccaceria on First Avenue.
There followed, bless me, several nights in. Yes, it happens occasionally. I see I ate cassoulet from ajar (yes, but from where?) two consecutive evenings, wtting my lips with a 1989 Aloxe-Corton. I also made a dish called "honey roast chicken", and I have a vague memory of how hard it was cleaning the pan afterwards.
Bill's Gay Nineties - Long Island iced tea and chicken wings. That place is still there. Cocktails at Tapika - which isn't. And soon enough the bags are packed again, and I'm ready to fly east...for a wedding.
Next week.
