Terracotta plaque. Old Babylonian Period. It broke my coronary heart — though maybe not as bad as the sooner closing of St. Andrews Restaurant and Bar on 46th Street (30 April 2017). Both of them now be part of the listing of “Fallen Heroes”: all the eating places I’ve loved in New York that have closed. The area of St. Andrews, marketed as the only Scottish pub in New York, with essentially the most lovely, broad cherrywood bar I’ve ever seen, and rows of single malt Scotches on shelves behind the bar, has sat empty ever since its closing — not unusual in New York, and a puzzling phenomenon to 1 and all. Back then, he was urging a pal to make use of a business area in his building for such a restaurant. Then, about a year later, Chevy’s closed. I had walked precisely the same route that morning, on my way from the subway station on 42nd Street as much as breakfast at Junior’s Restaurant on 45th. Shortly after that occurred, I came down on the 8th Ave Subway to have lunch at Chevy’s.
This was Chevy’s Mexican Grill on 42nd Street near 8th Avenue, diagonally throughout from the Port Authority Bus Terminal. Chevy’s was replaced by an Irish pub, the kind of factor that exists on each block around Times Square. However, what the pal did as a substitute was a steakhouse, as though, like Irish pubs, Manhattan by some means has a deficiency of steakhouses. I’m undecided that I like posole sufficient that I might construct desires round it. And once i went long enough without booze, these associations faded. That they had mixtures. I ate there enough that the bartender — I normally ate at the bar — acquired to know me. Years ago, I think that my wife and that i ate at El Parador, close by at 325 East 34th Street, close to the entrance to the Queens Midtown Tunnel. At this remove, I don’t remember exactly what it was, I feel it stated El Sombrero, with a neon image of a sombrero. I didn’t know what a “fried plantain” was, though I tried it. If Beef Tomato is just not on the menu, then “authentic” cooking has overtaken Americanized traditional favorites — that’s even true in Hawai’i, where the previous ubiquity of Chinese eating places, almost one on each street nook, has been changed by Japanese, Starbucks, and i do not know what else.
A crazed driver had simply pushed up on the sidewalk in Times Square and run down pedestrians between 42nd and 45th Street. This was opened in 1972 by Antonio and Leonor Bonilla and is now run by their daughter, Claudia Bonilla. The household is from near Teotihuacán, Mexico, the place Claudia often visited in her childhood. And a variety of Trillin’s essay is certainly about visiting New Mexico, particularly Santa Fe. Trillin’s dream, of a “Taos Country” place in New York, continued, however with related frustration. The aftermath was going down just a block away. I quickly identified it, and it was an actual restaurant (not a fake sign for the Tv present) at 108 Stanton Street, on the nook of Ludlow Street, which put it only a block away from the legendary Katz’s Deli on Houston. This was Mexico Lindo, 459 2nd Ave, at the nook of 2nd Avenue and East 26th Street, a couple of blocks from Madison Square Park. NEW PAPER, added 12/5/16, A few Comments on Current Events. No combos, and a lot of the issues on the menu have been unfamiliar.