a knife, a fork, a bottle & a cork

March 6th, 2011

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Back from NYC – a work trip, but I tacked on 2 extra days. I also got mindblowingly sick – either a stomach flu or food poisoning (I’m betting on flu) & was stuck in the hotel for an entire day. I had an amazing (albeit exhausted) time after that – walking around the West Village (if I ever win a million trizillion dollars I’m going to live here) & Soho, meeting Anna from doorsixteen, seeing Vivi, tea at the Plaza, peering into Cartier windows, shopping the 4 B’s – Bergdorfs, Barneys, Bloomies & Bendels. Where’s that million trizillion, again? We ate at a lovely place in Brooklyn called Rye, & ordered pizza in on the last night – still light years better than any pizza on the west coast. Tea & shopping reminded me of being a little girl with my Nana who just passed away, and Vivi and I walked DeKalb trying to match family photos of my other Grandmother’s family restaurant to buildings. Our sleuthing was fruitless but being there makes me feel so connected to my family, thinking of my grandma rollerskating the very streets I walked, remembering childhood visits. Ready to go back already!

{edit: the universe clearly heard my sleuthing loud and clear – I just got this message:

“My name is Michael F– and my mother’s father is your grandmother’s brother. My mom said that she recognizes the photos attached to your tree on ancestry.com.”

I responded explaining that I was just in NY looking for family things this morning and he said “That’s so funny, I was visiting my mother today and she was talking about her grandfather’s restaurant in Brooklyn.”

TODAY. TODAY. And she knew the one cross street I didn’t know. Unfortunately, she also knew that the house AND the restaurant had been razed by Pratt. So sad, but SO AMAZING.}
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