Showing posts with label Frank. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Frank. Show all posts

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Frank & Teddy Stand in Front of Their Car


Met Frank and Teddy today in the West Village. I had my camera and seemed to want to take a photo of them. This photo of them. I am not sure why, but I wanted something for no reason; I wanted something ordinary. No backdrop of flowers or a fountain or a cool storefront. Not just now.

Most photos are taken for specific reasons usually to commemorate something like a birthday or a vacation. Rarely do you see photos of your parents as kids beyond the studio shot or the first communion photo. Or the day they got married.

Many photos are "here is me" photos- Here is me in front of the Eiffel Tower or Here is me hugging a dolphin. We need to stake our claim on top of our own mountains of achievement or have an association, an "I was there." I get that and have loads of photos to prove it, or myself. Fine and good and I look forward to more.

But "here is me" the day that Teddy got a haircut and Frank was just meeting up with him, those moments, most important, are rarely captured. Life goes so fast and things change so quickly, and this is how they were today in what will soon be dated clothes in front of a dated car on a street with dated bank awnings and perhaps dated buildings. But in this moment at the time it was captured things were fresh, it was a beautiful day and life was good.

"Gosh do you remember that day I had paint samples in the back of the car and we were going to look for carpet for the bedroom? Gosh, that was 30 years ago. Wow. Do you still have that watch?"


Sunday, May 17, 2009

Tea & Sympathy New York

Frank, Sean and Pat. West Village urchins.

Lately, I have needed tea and I have needed sympathy and today I got both.

Sean spotted 4 open seats at this very popular West Village brunch spot. It is a British restaurant which you would think would suggest plenty of availability, but they (the Brits) do breakfast like no others.

Tea & Sympathy evokes all those cloyingly awful descriptors: quaint, cozy, charming - but in the most wonderful deserved way.

This place is a KEEPER. Like I wrote about Kefi the other day, I will keep this place on my list of really wonderful New York dining spots. I had "The Full Monty" (naff name I have to say) breakfast which was eggs, sausage, bacon (the British kind) and tomahhhhto and MOST EXCELLENT 7 grain toast. And fresh-squeezed OJ. And the Earl Grey tea was wonderful. $14.40 all in which sadly is a really good price.


Everything I had was wonderful. And I tasted the scones (we always pronounced them "skawns" growing up, but most Americans say "skOHns" which I have a hard time hearing for some reason. Get over it, I know.) They were really the real deal. Wonderful.

My dear old Scottish mum would never order tea out because she said they didn't know how to make it properly and she would be right, but here they do and it was a cure-all for me. I am still thinking about it.


Frank and Pat. One stuffing. One staring.

The best thing of all was I had brunch with Frank, Pat and Sean. I felt like it had been so long since the 4 of us had seen each other and it was a fitting and wonderful reunion. We were right back and had a great time. I value my time with them and when the backdrop is a place like this it is like an old familiar doily.

Huh?

Sean being all Ruth Reichl