Forget Le Pavillon. The hardest reservation in the sixties in New York City might have been Little Kitchen, Princess Pamela's soul food restaurant. The Princess moved around a lot; at one point her restaurant was in a walkup apartment in the East Village, but by the time I nervously rang her bell she'd moved to a narrow storefront on very east Tenth Street. Princess Pamela didn't let just anybody in: she had to size you up first, and if you passed muster, she might open the door. That did not, however, mean you got to stay.
Dining with a Princess
Dining with a Princess
Dining with a Princess
Forget Le Pavillon. The hardest reservation in the sixties in New York City might have been Little Kitchen, Princess Pamela's soul food restaurant. The Princess moved around a lot; at one point her restaurant was in a walkup apartment in the East Village, but by the time I nervously rang her bell she'd moved to a narrow storefront on very east Tenth Street. Princess Pamela didn't let just anybody in: she had to size you up first, and if you passed muster, she might open the door. That did not, however, mean you got to stay.