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Orient Express
On this date in 19... never mind what year exactly, my mother had an operation from which I never recovered. For one thing, I got in the habit of breathing air. And I have agreed to celebrate the anniversary of that event on Broadway at 100th Street at the first restaurant I ate in when I first came to New York some two decades later. It was the Harbin Inn then, and I had "buddhist delight" for the first time before returning to the Paris Hotel.
Now it is the Turkuaz, the food is Turkish, and tomorrow night (not tonight, alas) they will have a dancer. They hadn't, as far as I know, for some time, but they have started their Thursday evenings again, and my faithful browser tells me that Neon, a performer I very much admire and a talented painter besides, is again one of their regulars. I had been depressed to hear that she had quit the business, and pleased to learn that that was far from the case. Indeed, she was one of a number of dancers whom I had enjoyed at a monthly event near City Hall, and who migrated, professionally, that is, to my old neighborhood just uptown from my present haunts. But these events ceased before I had made it to more than one of them, and I am glad to see them resumed. Tonight, though, the food -- and my family -- will have my full attention. And I anticipate it will be worth it.
In ten minutes or so I will go to my last meeting of the day, after which I shall head for the IRT uptown express.
Whether or not it is good to be the King I cannnot say from personal experience, but there are days, and nights, when I am pretty pleased to be a New Yorker.
Now it is the Turkuaz, the food is Turkish, and tomorrow night (not tonight, alas) they will have a dancer. They hadn't, as far as I know, for some time, but they have started their Thursday evenings again, and my faithful browser tells me that Neon, a performer I very much admire and a talented painter besides, is again one of their regulars. I had been depressed to hear that she had quit the business, and pleased to learn that that was far from the case. Indeed, she was one of a number of dancers whom I had enjoyed at a monthly event near City Hall, and who migrated, professionally, that is, to my old neighborhood just uptown from my present haunts. But these events ceased before I had made it to more than one of them, and I am glad to see them resumed. Tonight, though, the food -- and my family -- will have my full attention. And I anticipate it will be worth it.
In ten minutes or so I will go to my last meeting of the day, after which I shall head for the IRT uptown express.
Whether or not it is good to be the King I cannnot say from personal experience, but there are days, and nights, when I am pretty pleased to be a New Yorker.
Happy Birthday, Frank!
Be well.
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happy birthday.
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Happy birthday to you!
:)
Have a wonderful year!
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"The Bronx is up but the Battery's down/The people ride in a hole in the ground"
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happy birthday!
+Seraphim.
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I pass the Turkauz all the time, because my voice teacher lives on 100th and West End.
I always wondered what it was like. It looks like a fascinating place to me.
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2: I'm friending you.
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