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In my growing up years my mother lived on 56th Street, between Park and Madison. Veau d'Or wasn't somewhere we went every week or anything like that, but when we went out to dinner it was to Veau d'Or. It always felt like home, it always felt welcoming. I was a kid so perhaps I remember wrongly, but I think I remember we were greeted as regulars.

The last dinner I had with my father, the very first we ever had dinner together, just the two of us, was Veau d'Or. I am so glad it is still thriving. I hope so many mothers, fathers, daughters, and sons are still building memories there. BTW, my food tastes were formed there. It could not have been better.

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You are always the bright light of the day in an otherwise depressing time.

Always cheers me up and makes me wish I were back

in NY - used to go every May. Love your writing, recipes and total food-related topics. Thank you so much!

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Thank you for the wonderful things you share. It's a respite for a rough time.

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I love reading your writing and so miss your daily columns.

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My dad worked in midtown Manhattan in the 60s and 70s. I remember my mom and he going frequently to a restaurant called Louise (or maybe Louis) Junior. I always wondered about what type of restaurant it was and never asked them. Any chance you knew of it?

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Bonissimo

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Nice! There used to be a stand at the Union Square Green Market that sold crosnes, only place I've ever seem them. I've never seen a restaurant cook with them before.

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Lovely, evocative words.

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I so enjoyed reading your blog. Makes me happy.

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