My godmother called me up a few days ago and graciously invited me to join her, her niece and one of my oldest friends (who happens to be her second-oldest son), for lunch in Midtown on Saturday at the Stardust Diner, otherwise known as the first restaurant I ever ate at in New York City. She and her niece were going to see Nora Ephron’s play and since her middle son and I both live in the city, it’s only natural that we all meet up for some catching up along with some good food.
It’s funny–my first impression as a nine-year-old of the Stardust was that I hated their grilled cheese sandwich, and LOVED their black and white milkshake, which is typical of the nine-year-old palate, right? My turkey wrap was definitely better this time around ( I credit my maturity of said palate), and it was a wonderful meal to catch each other up on the goings on of our lives–though in hindsight, a quieter restaurant would have been preferable because the starving actors and actresses who work as wait staff there break out into song every few minutes. They are moderately entertaining, but I was definitely on the side of said godmother when she casually expressed a desire for them to turn down their microphone volumes. All told, while we had to yell at times, it was certainly a fun time to be had and a story to be told, which, in my book is a win.
As an added bonus, I was given a glimpse on how New York City gets rid of nearly 21 inches of snow. In short: they temporarily shut down streets in order to do so, making my love of my Hunter boots all the stronger that day.