thanksgiving at balthazar and...
later that night, (4am) kgb.
59th st.
dancing at sammy's.
on thursday, the first day of the gala 53rd birthday weekend, we were on our way into maison harlem (after piraats and escargot at yatenga) when a black lexus pulled up and a woman stepped out. maison is an anomalous chic downtowny new presence on a corner frequented by people who hang out in front of the bodega next door and ask for a dollar when you go in to get your 40 oz.
"whoopee goldberg!" someone exclaimed.
"yeah, yeah..." she muttered, sweeping through the corner hangers and into the restaurant.
birthday dinner. french 75s and seafood at balthazar.
more birthday (thank you, john!) at freeman's!
