In love with restaurants from an early age:
The Stork Club, Manhattan, about 1952.
Waiter: “And what will the young gentleman have?”
My brother, Don : “What do you have?”
Waiter: “The Stork Club has everything.”
Don: “Then I’ll have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”
Which, after a bit of a delay, was delivered to him. My grandparents — who believed in taking children to good restaurants early and often — later told me the kitchen had sent someone out to the corner market to buy a jar of peanut butter.
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June 10th, 2008 at 6:10 am
I love this story!
June 10th, 2008 at 2:17 pm
PB&J still a favorite. I actually remember that day. Great memories always linger on. Thanks for posting.
Fondly,
Don
June 10th, 2008 at 4:47 pm
I am completely in love with that photo. Fabulous.
June 20th, 2008 at 3:12 am
Woderful evocative photo!
July 3rd, 2008 at 12:03 am
well, the look on yours and Don’s face says it all. Especially Don’s. I mean, well….he had PB&J at the STORK Club!
August 17th, 2008 at 8:14 pm
love this every time i see it!