{"id":1120,"date":"2016-05-21T09:43:16","date_gmt":"2016-05-21T13:43:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nymysteries.com\/?p=1120"},"modified":"2016-05-21T09:43:16","modified_gmt":"2016-05-21T13:43:16","slug":"new-york-city-blog-may-16-may-20","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/nymysteries.com\/?p=1120","title":{"rendered":"New York City Blog – May 16 – May 20"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Beautiful Lucy. We should all look as good at ninety or at eighty or at seventy – you get the picture. Her wonderful daughters threw a charming birthday party in an elegant apartment on East 73rd Street. Lucy and her family have inhabited it for a million years. It\u2019s one of those places that\u2019s suffused with big and little feasts to the eye: a Narwal tusk, colorful throws, etched champagne glasses, photos of the gorgeous family and of travels all over the globe, and books, books, books with Lucy\u2019s favorite biography in prominent view: Lesley Blanch\u2019s The Wilder Shores of Love.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Beautiful Lucy at 90<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

It wasn\u2019t prescribed but it sure was therapeutic. An hour after a short stay at Weill-Cornell, a friend and I directed the taxi to Rosemary\u2019s on Greenwich. The perfect pain killer was the weird and delicious lemon zest pasta and a glass of dry white Vernaccia. Before or after lunch, climb the stairs to the orto and view Sixth Avenue and Greenwich Street from Rosemary\u2019s rooftop garden.<\/p>\n

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Rosemary’s rooftop garden<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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Although its dark cozy interior is seductive on a rainy, windy night, The Waverly Inn is too aware of its own charm. It\u2019s tired. On a recent visit, the food was fine but could be found in any upscale Manhattan restaurant. The white wine was mediocre. Remember how exciting the Union Square Cafe was until it went into the tourist doldrums? Watch out Waverly Inn. It could happen to you.<\/p>\n

Down memory lane: a friend and I went to Pangea on Second Avenue to hear two jazz foot soldiers: Baby Jane Dexter and Ross Patterson. It was a big, brash, sentimental, sound, as intrinsically NYC as the bare brick walls.<\/p>\n

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Baby Jane Dexter Belting It Out<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Mr. Ross Patterson at the Ivories<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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