We all have those restaurants—those venues that just thought of them brings us back to a certain place and time in our lives. Maybe they are from childhood, possibly young adulthood; maybe they are still going, possibly long closed. Where you can be walking down a street half the world away and the sight of a chair through a café window can trigger a recollection so intense that you are transported thousands of miles and tens of years away. Sometimes it’s a scent, the name of a dish, a song, or an unconnected story that sets you off on a wave of nostalgia—for me, this past week it was
Wow thank you for taking the time to type all this up and research these places.
I know nothing lasts forever and New York is always changing but it’s still a bummer so many of these places are gone. I’ve tried to find that German spot “Ideal” before (my husband is from Germany), prob saw the sign in a movie. A few weeks ago I was looking for “Steak n’ Eggs” from Panic in Needle Park. But nothing.
For years I’ve was trying to find the NYC restaurant where as a kid we ate in the kitchen, and they served us curry french fries (the curry powder was in the oil), thanks to one of these menu archives online, I finally found it recently. Was that a satisfying feeling, haha !!! David Burke’s Park Avenue Cafe.
Sorry one more thing. The writer Nick Tosches was a good friend of mine. And a big lover of food. He’d always wax poetic about the places and meals that were gone. He would have loved this post.
Wow thank you for taking the time to type all this up and research these places.
I know nothing lasts forever and New York is always changing but it’s still a bummer so many of these places are gone. I’ve tried to find that German spot “Ideal” before (my husband is from Germany), prob saw the sign in a movie. A few weeks ago I was looking for “Steak n’ Eggs” from Panic in Needle Park. But nothing.
For years I’ve was trying to find the NYC restaurant where as a kid we ate in the kitchen, and they served us curry french fries (the curry powder was in the oil), thanks to one of these menu archives online, I finally found it recently. Was that a satisfying feeling, haha !!! David Burke’s Park Avenue Cafe.
Sorry one more thing. The writer Nick Tosches was a good friend of mine. And a big lover of food. He’d always wax poetic about the places and meals that were gone. He would have loved this post.