Well, it seems another fave restaurant of mine has bit the dust. Just like La Stella, which is now a Dunkin Donuts. Last night, I read the "Goodbye to all our Patrons" letter posted in the window of Romano's on 13th Avenue after visiting my hair salon to make an appointment (it was closed, dammit.) Romano's last day was October 3. Sigh...
Romano's was there for 70 years in the same spot. I remember how RD and I survived an onslaught of Michael Bolton's painful Christmas songs last year. If this spot becomes a Starbucks or a Duane Reade, I will have to slit my throat. Another great restaurant biting the dust. Is there nothing left of my childhood? How comforting it was to see all the other stores change year after year, but that place remained virtually untouched by time. Another knife to the chest. Billy Joel's "Scenes from an Italian Restaurant" conjured up images of this place for me. Always will. Mozzarella with tomatoes will never be the same, that's for sure. Change is inevitable, but I wasn't prepared for this. Oh well.
Happy news for a change: of all the ice rinks covered by the Daily News yesterday, Rock Center and Abe Stark in Coney Island got NO mention. I have very mixed memories of both. And it seems my favorite window fashionista Simon Doonan has dolled up Bloomingdale's this year with a zing at Charles and Camilla. Saks has done snowflakes, and there are different Nutcrackers all over the boroughs that are getting strong critical reviews. I love it, but Balanchine does get tired. There has been a thinning of the ranks with regards to NYCB principle dancers, so I will just have to see New York THEATER Ballet's version this year.
And I'm off tomorrow! Burning more vacay days. Laundry, and goofing off. I love when Thanksgiving is so early. Technically, it's still November, but the Christmas rush is here. I dig it.
Romano's...thanks for the memories.
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