Saturday, May 9, 2009


I always enjoyed the Algonquin: the tiny bar, the king cat who had his own chair which you should not sit on, the head waiter who bowed low for a (in those days) ten buck tip and the food which I always found good. True, some years back they cut the suites into small rooms to make money, but, after all, we ARE talking New York. But my favorite restaurtant was Sweets down near the Fulton Fish Market - wonderful pompano broiled in butter was always on the menu, good cheap N. Y. State wine, and the ancient black waiters who were as old as the hills.

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