So 2006 was a lousy year. The war went badly, the Dems won the
election and life is lousy, right? Wrong.
Back in New York after a long absence, here for great aunt
Belle's 100th birthday party tomorrow, Sharon and I went into a
restaurant for dinner. Big deal. Actually, it was.
In the New York of my youth, restaurants were excellent or they
died. Period. It's a reaffirmation of America for me to discover
that the old rules still apply, despite Bloomberg, despite
Hillary,despite the presence of the UN. After a nice Barolo, the
best veal chop in the world, and the hospitality of a maitre d'
named Benny, I feel restored. New York - and Nino's on West 58th --
are ready to take on the world. And so am I.
You want a piece of this, fella? C'mon.