Posted on 03/15/2018 11:43:13 AM PDT by mairdie
Funny, I collect menus from diners (not upscale places) around the country and put them up on my bulletin board in my kitchen. Great minds!
I don’t know Jonathan’s although I eat in New Orleans restaurants. Unfortunately, the print is too small to read the entrees so I’m going to google even though I think you said it no longer was.
Absolutely great minds!
It’s actually big enough to read. I just made it smaller for posting here. Hold your cursor over it and right click View Image, or whatever your browser wants for that action.
The page of specials is also up at:
http://www.iment.com/maida/favs/menus/images/jonathan-specials-1000.jpg
http://www.iment.com/maida/favs/menus/images/jonathan-entrees-1000.jpg
http://www.iment.com/maida/favs/menus/images/jonathan-cover.jpg
It’s out of business. It was essentially a museum with the most incredible decor I think I’ve ever seen in a restaurant. Embedded, lighted glass panels, paintings, and the food was spectacular.
I remember being in the second floor private dining area and showing my program chair how you move a knife from below your fingers to above in a tricky move. Everyone wanted to try so I asked the waiter to give everyone an extra knife and the whole table was playing finger games. All of these marvelously famous computer scientists! It was great.
Nice New Orleans food. All it needed was turtle soup!
While I don’t really enjoy Creole food as much as the newer style of cooking down there, I do love Galatoire’s and Antoine’s and Brennan’s. For my birthday, I was once taken to Commander’s Palace.
I know I’ve been to at least one of the first 3. Black and white tiled floor probably doesn’t help. I’m actually flashing on walking in the doorway. The last I don’t remember. Expense accounts were wonderful things.
Though I put the conference, of course, in a big hotel, I stayed in the French Quarter in this tiny little antiquey place that I read was the go to place for Elizabeth Taylor. Courtyard with a fountain, antiques everywhere, and they’d bring you hot chocolate on a silver tray with a rose on it. I LOVED staying there.
Last I heard the wonderful Maxfield Parrish Old King Cole tryptych survives in NYC’s St. Regis Hotel.
For a brief monent in the mid-70’s they had the best Champaign Happy Hour deal ever, only one day a week. Can’t recall the exact cost but very close to retail. My wife and office friends took advantage...good times.
Last I heard the wonderful Maxfield Parrish Old King Cole tryptych survives in NYC’s St. Regis Hotel.
For a brief monent in the mid-70’s they had the best Champaign Happy Hour deal ever, only one day a week. Can’t recall the exact cost but very close to retail. My wife and office friends took advantage...good times.
When I traveled alone, they had a tiny little room that was half the cost of the others.
Truly magnificent. I think I saw a version of that, but not so clear.
New York isn’t on my traveling list, but I did note down a few Tiffany windows local to here that might be worth a day trip.
That is wonderful, Mary. You must be so proud of your family...
It’s funny. It’s not pride. It’s more like understanding me. I always felt like a cuckoo in a nest because I was so different from mother. Mother protected herself. I took chances. Then I got into genealogy and discovered my father’s family, and the whole pack of them were risk-takers.
Mother left father when I was 6 weeks old, so I knew NOTHING about him, other than that the family had entertained Lafayette and his mother still had the goblets unwashed, though no one knew which one Lafayette drank from.
I found his mother’s obit and it mentioned that her pallbearer was the governor of Colorado and 3 generals, so I realized I had a good chance of finding out who they were. After that, it was just one jaw drop after the next.
Father’s father had a gold mine and started one of the runs. He won and lost fortunes from Alaska to Central America.
His father-in-law was brought to DC to run the Lincoln assassination investigation and was one of the special judge advocates.
His father-in-law was another CW general, whose father-in-law was one of the richest men in central NY and merged one of his railroads into others to form the NY Central. And on and on and on...
But, basically, they were all risk takers. And I lived my professional life in total terror. I rarely took on a job I knew how to do and I was always under deadline. It’s amazing how few times you fail if you give yourself permission to fail spectacularly once. So it’s not that I’m PROUD of these absolutely fascinating people. Father, after all, died of alcoholism before he was 50. But he really was a great poet in Greenwich Village. It’s that I feel that now I have a place I fit. Finally. And I feel an obligation to bring them back to life in some sense. So great grandfather’s grave has now been adopted by a military post, and 5th great grandfather is beginning to get credit for having written Night Before Christmas. And I found father’s book of poetry, and so his papers will NOT be completely lost to the future, as his letters to mother said they would.
That is an impressive collection of ancestors you have. Kudos to you for researching their individual histories. There is enough material in there for a movie or a book.
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