So while in NYC last weekend I went to both Rye and Walter – the latter which is a mere 10 blocks from where my grandmother’s father’s restaurant once stood. In the ummm, many, many hours I sat at the bar at Walter ordering drinks and oysters with Vivi & Joe, I started thinking about how much I like the aesthetic & how great it would be to remodel a kitchen in that vein. Visions of white marble countertops and black and white marble floors and huge potted palms and dark wood and hanging pendant globe lamps and white linen and silver salt and pepper shakers ran through my head and suddenly I remembered I’m not a trazillionaire and reined it in. But still. It’s sitting there in the back of my mind.
These images are from my great-grandfather’s restaurant, the Bon Ton, at DeKalb & Steuben. He’s the fella on the far right in the top photo, and the blur in the middle in the bottom one. When time traveling is invented, this is one of the first places I’m going, to hang out with my grandma as a little girl, sitting on barstools eating graham crackers and kicking her feet until her father sent her back upstairs.
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