[Pink Pig Time Machine: February 21, 2017]
This week I celebrated twenty years of residency in New York--which means it's closer to thirty years ago I first visited the city. After considering many options, I celebrated quietly, remembering those I love who I never would have encountered had I not headed across the pond with one suitcase for, well, a year's stay in February 1997.
From which it follows, of course, that ten years ago I was celebrating my tenth year of living here.
My diary shows, unsurprisingly, that I still had the Ukrainian National Home and Tides in my regular rotation. A herring salad and beef goulash at the former; fried squid, lobster roll, and an apple and fennel salad at the latter. At home, I made Fergus Henderson's duck with carrots.
There was an omakase at 15 East, and lunch at Le Bernardin--apparently from a Spanish-themed menu:
Crisp pork belly with baby calamari "Basquaise"
Monkfish, chorizon, albariño reduction, patatas bravas--"A Tribute to Gaudí"
And a bottle of Chablis.
On the night of my anniversary, I returned to the first restaurant I'd visited as a resident back in 1997. Nothing flash, but cozy and comforting: Vince and Eddie's. Crab cakes, a lamb shank with sour cherry sauce, and a spiced ginger cake. The night lengthened, as it so often had in years past, at Don't Tell Mama's.