CATCH IT: SANT AMBROEUS

Posted on June 17, 2011 by W.D. Moore

If style is everything, then Sant Ambroeus has it all.  This Italian restorante is located in the West Village of Manhattan.

After I left a girlfriend’s engagement party on Perry Street, I noticed that the street was practically silent at 10PM, except for a small, enchanting place called Sant Ambroeus (259 West 4th Street, New York, NY  10014).

A gentleman greeted me at the door with a neighborly smile.  “Hello,” he said.

“Hello,” I replied.  As I entered, two quests were leaving, shaking hands with the tan gentleman.  I heard them say, “Goodnight, Enzo.”

I sat at the marble cream counter on a red leather bar stool.  Patrons were seated in velvet and leather booths, or at smaller tables.  A spellbinding chandelier was suspended from the ceiling, smooth jazz music played, and an energized wait staff dressed in pink polo shirts and black pants tended to the clientele. The bartender, picturesque in pink, said, “Hi, may I take your order?”

“Yes,” I replied.  “I think I’ll have a cappuccino”

“Certainly,” she said.

Ten seconds later, my creamy cappuccino appeared in a pink and white porcelain cup and saucer.  I sipped, smiled, and mumbled, “Delicious.”

Sant Ambroeus is a welcoming place, a fine neighborhood place, and an aesthetically pleasing café.  It is open until 11PM, and has two other locations: 1000 Madison Avenue, New York, NY  10021, and 30 Main Street, Southampton, NY  11968.

Catch it if you can at www.santambroeus.com

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CATCH IT: BAR ON FIFTH

Posted on May 25, 2011 by W.D. Moore

On the corner of Fifth Avenue and Thirty-Sixth Street, Bar on Fifth is located in The Setai, a luxury boutique hotel at 400 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY  10018.

Bar on Fifth is live and happening in midtown Manhattan.  Guests soak up its Mediterranean flow, the rhythm of classical Jazz, and the elegant bar.  I visited on Thursday, April 28th at 8PM, and sat in a soft, white, wing-back leather chair, while I waited for my friends, Sherrod and Kelli.  I glanced over at the mahogany book cases: Federico Fellini: The Films by Tullio Kezich, Villas of Tuscany by Carlo Crestic, and The Great Book of French Impressionism by Diane Kelder.

Just as I reached for Steinberg at The New Yorker by Joel Smith, my friends strode in.  Immediately, a tall and stunning Hostess approached our table, and we ordered drinks.  Kelli decided on a glass of the Ramey Russian River Valley, Chardonnay, Sherrod requested the Full Tilt (Absolut Mango Vodka), and I went for the Malbec, Obra Prima Reserva, Familia Cassone.

We chatted away, but the main topic seemed to return to Jazz.  The live music entranced us, and enhanced our relaxed feeling in one another’s company.  The conversation moved along as Sherrod ordered some shared dishes: Cod Croquette, Truffle Tartar, and Asparagus and Prosciutto Béarnaise.

Around 9PM, the musicians took a break.  I was curious as to who they were.  I said to my friends, “Hey guys, I’ll be right back,” and walked over to the grand bar to introduced myself.

“Hi,” I said.  “Your music is amazing, and my friends and I are enjoying it so.”

They smiled and I continued, “Do you guys have a minute to stop by and meet them?  Oh, by the way, my name is Wanda.”

“Hi, I’m Jeremy Manasia.”

“I’m Joseph Lepore.”

“I’m Shinnosuke Takahashi.”

The trio followed me.  After introductions, we six Jazz lovers were discussing our shared passion.  Minutes later, four were enthralled in one conversation, and two in another.

I asked Mr. Manasia, “Did you always want to be a musician?”

He laughed.  “I wanted to be a baseball player when I was young.  I love the Yankees.”

“What do you like about being a Jazz pianist?”  I asked?

His friendly green eyes glistened.  He said, “For me playing music is the ultimate way to express oneself.  At the same time, being an artist is a way of life.  I love the piano; the piano is the harmony and I like that.  It’s central to every aspect of playing music.  But then each instrument–the bass, drum, horn, and the soloist–helps support one another to make beautiful music.”

I said, “It seems that luxury boutique hotels have morphed into the places to go for Jazz.  What do you say about Bar on Fifth?”

Jeremy paused for a second.  “It’s really about intimacy, isn’t it?  There’s something about live music that adds to that intimacy.  It makes the experience special.” He sipped his wine, and added, “Bar on Fifth has great wine, the single malts are great, and the waiting staff is first-class.  Even if you don’t like Jazz, it’s a great place to be.”

Someone mentioned the time, and Joseph, Shinnosuke, and Jeremy said their good-byes; their next Jazz set was about to begin.

My friends and I stayed for another fifteen minutes.  The manager, Nicholas Wirth, thanked us for coming, and I thought, “Bar on Fifth is classy.  It’s a kind of majestic dream where one escapes from the bustling Manhattan streets.  And that–indeed–is a cozy treat.”

Catch it if you can at www.capellahotels.com, and www.jeremymanasia.com.

This story is dedicated to Mike Marion who was a sweet, majestic star.

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CATCH IT: HARLEM HAMLET

Posted on April 15, 2011 by W.D. Moore

The sunlight and moonlight forever glow in Harlem Hamlet: a small village where high culture, pop culture, and all cultures mingle along Frederick Douglass Boulevard (8th Avenue) in New York City.

Harlem Hamlet runs from 110th Street to 125th Street.  It’s a neighborhood worth exploring, with a legendary past, and an evolving present.  This urbane community consists of: intercontinental restaurants, homemade bakeries, gift shops, wine shops, and dress shops.  Moreover, a W-Hotel, a Modsquad Cycles shop, a German pub, an old-fashioned Italian pizza shop, a posh pet store, and a grocery store, Best Yet Market.

HARLEM FLO & HARLEM FLO BOUTIQUE

2292 Frederick Douglass Blvd. (at 123rd and 122nd Street), New York, N.Y.  10027

Harlem Flo embodies the magnificence of tulips and roses, the lush scents of nature, and the sensation of spring-time.  The lime-green canopy is an elegant display of Harlem Flo, floral atelier.  I met the owner, Stefan Handl who was gracious and easy to talk to.

I asked, “What if I don’t have time to shop for flowers, but I like them around, or if I can’t seem to take care of plants?”

“I would suggest you purchase a beautiful preserved rose,” Stefan said.  “They are special, and you can keep them forever.  They are $15.00 each. And if you don’t see anything in Harlem Flo that you like, you can check out our boutique a block away.”  Suddenly, a gorgeous black cat leaped on the table.

“You have a cat,” I said. “What’s your cat’s name?”

“Flo,” he said.

“How sweet,” I said, and waved goodbye.  I walked one block to 122nd Street.

Louis Gagliano was in the boutique.  It was a chilly day.  He had a warm-hearted smile, and a simple, sleek style.

“How is business in Harlem?” I asked.

“It’s great.” Louis said.  “The people are friendly.  It’s a quiet community, with a Sleepy Hollow feel to it.”

“This is an alluring shop,” I said. “Are any of the gifts Harlem-made?”

“Yes,” he said, “let me show you around.  We have pottery made by Stephanie Dubsky, soap from the Uptown Soap Company, and jewelry by Sandy Baker, as well as Karen (Kaya) Jackson of Ambiguous Jewelry Designs.”

Mr. Gagliano and I talked a bit more, until I continued south to an intercontinental restaurant.

Catch it if you can at www.harlemflo.com

CHOCOLȂT

2217-23 Frederick Douglass Blvd.  (120th Street), New York, N.Y.  10027

Chocolȃt is amid a sea of change.  It’s rich; it flows with the new style of Frederick Douglass Boulevard.  On the afternoon that I stopped by, I met with the Floor Manager, Jonathan Campbell.  He sat in a handsome booth having lunch, a white cotton napkin tucked over his white tailored shirt.  One could see he was enjoying a hearty-size cheeseburger and French fries.  I introduced myself, and he offered me a seat.  “Thanks for taking a few minutes to speak with me during lunch,” I said.

“You’re welcome,” Jonathan said.

“What is your favorite meal at Chocolȃt?” I asked.

“The Cheeseburger & Fries, Red Snapper, and Braised Short Ribs,” he said.  “Even before I started working here, I often came for the New York Strip.  This is what I like about Chocolȃt’s menu: it’s diverse, the décor is comparable to any downtown restaurant, and the dining experience is top-notch.”

“What would you say to someone who has never been to Harlem, but who has a change of heart.  Why come to Chocolȃt?” I asked.

“You know, we opened in August last year.  We are humble, and each day we are growing.  We represent the new Harlem, a lot of diversity.  Our owner, Leon Ellis, was the first restaurateur on Frederick Douglass Boulevard.  He opened the MOCA Lounge on 8th Avenue years ago.  He’s a trailblazer.  Hey, he just walked in.

“Hi, Leon,” Mr. Campbell said.  “This is Wanda, and she’s writing a story about Harlem.”

“Hi, Mr. Ellis,” I said.  “May I ask you a few questions, and let your manager finish his lunch?”

“Sure,” he said as we shook hands.  I followed him to a long, aesthetically pleasing counter and chairs.  It had a wide window view of Frederick Douglass Boulevard.

I began with a statement.  “My friend treated me to dinner here last week, and we basked in the Thai Chicken Salad, Short Ribs, and some sensational wines.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” a pleased voice said.

“I would like to ask you the same question I asked your floor manager, Jonathan.  Why, Chocolȃt?”

He was silent for a few seconds.  I stared at his Polo Ralph Lauren sweater, and then he flashed his Sidney Poitier smile.  “Harlem is international, safe, and diverse,” he said.  “I’ve lived here all my life.  However, sometimes people have a misunderstanding about Harlem.  But when you come, when you walk around and speak to the people, you can feel the positive aura surrounding you.  Chocolȃt is like any fine dining restaurant anywhere in the world.  There are great businesses in this community.  I feel that ownership builds a strong foundation, gives a sense of consistency, and Chocolȃt is blooming along with the community.”

“Mr. Ellis, it’s been a pleasure,” I said.

“Thanks for stopping by,” he said.

Catch it if you can at www.chocolatlounge.com

LEVAIN BAKERY

2167 Frederick Douglass Blvd. between 116 & 117th Street, New York, N.Y.  10027

Levain Bakery is a blissful, sweet symphony every season.  It has what I love most: terrific coffee and delicious cookies.  Levain Bakery has another location in Manhattan at 167 West 74th Street.  I met with one of the partners, Pam Weekes, while I delighted myself with a deadly Chocolate Chip Walnut Cookie.  Pam and I sat outside on the wooden bench in front of her business.  Her blond pony-tail and my short brunette hair blew in the wind.  The cold air bit into our faces, and I asked, “What brings you joy at the Harlem location.”

“Everything,” Pam said.  “I love it up here, it’s amazing.  My partner, Connie McDonald, and I do this to make people happy.  I like that there are not so many tall buildings; it’s bright, with lots of sunlight.  We have a beautiful space here in Harlem.  Twenty-years ago, Connie and I talked about what made us happy, and how we could contribute something to the world.  We have had regular customers for years downtown, and now we have regular customers in Harlem.”

“That’s great,” I said.  “By the way, moments before our meeting, I saw a woman eating the Raspberry Bomboloncini.  She seemed to relish every bite.  I asked her what she liked about it.  She said, ‘I like that it’s not too sweet, and it’s not fried.’”

“Yes,” Pam said. “Levain Bakery is very happy being in Harlem.”

Catch it if you can at www.levainbakery.com

BABYGIRL’S BUDDLES & CLEANERS

2212-14 8th Avenue, New York, N.Y.  10027

Babygirl’s Buddles & Cleaners (BBC) is a jewel in the community.  Robert Felder is the owner, his son Robert Felder III is the co-owner.  Mr. Felder has been on Frederick Douglass Boulevard for over ten years and in the laundry business for about twenty-five.  He is proud of BBC’s growth, and appreciates the changes he sees every day.

“This is a perfect location for a laundry and cleaners business,” I said while peering around.  “Where do your customers come from?”

“They come from every place in the city, however, a great number come from around 116th Street.  We have a thriving pick-up service in luxury buildings up to 190th Street; we have customers’ downtown in the Ground Zero area, a large account on Roosevelt Island, and many customers on 7th Avenue, 8th Avenue, and St. Nicholas Avenue.”

“What is the nicest compliment you have received from your customers?” I asked.

“That BBC’s staff is courteous.  BBC is clean and bright,” he said grinning.

“What do you like about being an entrepreneur?” I asked.

“I like helping people by serving the community with our laundry business.  We respect our customers.  I must admit, however, I love working with my son.  He likes being a part of the business, too.”

“Thank you for speaking with me today, Mr. Felder.”  I commented, “You are a gentle giant.”

“Thanks for visiting with us,” he said.

Catch it if you can at 212.662.1080.

BIER

2099 Frederick Douglass Boulevard at 113th Street, New York, N.Y.  10027

Bier is a convivial beer heaven. It’s a guy and girl kind of place, a mommies and strollers kind of place, a place for blind dates and newlyweds.  There was a good crowd; I found a seat at the counter.  Immediately, I heard, “Hey, I just became a father.”

“Congratulations,” I said, gazing at the gentlemen’s grand smile.

“Thanks, my wife and baby are coming in the door now.”

Mommy entered while her beautiful baby slept quietly in her arms. “Hi,” she said.

“Hello, congratulations on your new baby,” I said.  “What’s your baby’s name?”

“His name is Ike,” she said.  They beamed at baby Ike, and dad ordered a Krusovice.

“Hi,” I said.  “My name is Wanda, and it’s my first time coming to Bier.

“It’s great,” he said.  “My name is Jon, and Dani is my wife.  I know a lot of great pubs, but Bier is one of the best.  I’m a huge beer guy, and so is my twin brother.  He lives in the village, and my family is in Harlem.  We love living here, we know our neighbors, the stores, and it’s a very relaxing place.”

Dani said, “I like that it’s kid and dog friendly, with lots of families.  I feel like I’m outside of New York.  It’s a good neighborhood—more than anything there is a variety of people.  I grew up in Miami and didn’t know my neighbors.”

A pretty and perky lady on my left interjected, and said, “Hey, I’m actually on a blind date.”

We all laughed.  She continued, “I’m Josie, and this is my date, Richie.  I live in Harlem, and I love Bier.  It has the best beer, and the best food.”

Richie, said, “I’m from Westchester, and this is my first time in Harlem; it’s got a nice vibe.”

“The community is all about family,” Josie said.  “I have to say, over fifteen years ago; it was not what it is today.  It’s changed for the better.  The new spots are great, and Harlem keeps you young.”

I asked, “What are some other places you like in the community?”

“I really like Questant’s,” Dani said.  “It’s a seafood restaurant.”

“Yes,” Jon said, “in the evenings, it’s like a club.”

“Yeah,” said Josie, “I also like the place across the street, I think it’s French.”

“Yes,” said Dani, “it’s called 5 and Diamond.”

We continued to chat until Dani said, “Ike is getting restless.  We have to go home.”

Soon, we all said good-bye.  I walked over to speak to the owner, Chris Pollok.

“Hello, Mr. Pollok, my name is Wanda,” I said, “and this is my first time at Bier.”

“Nice to meet you,” he said. “I hope you come again. We are very happy in Harlem.  We get a big crowd—especially families.  They park their babies’ strollers outside beginning in the spring.  The other day, an elderly couple stopped by and said, ‘Now we don’t have to go downtown for good beer anymore.’”

We chuckled, shook hands, and as I was leaving I smiled at the sounds of people enjoying themselves, Chris Pollok’s arms swinging high with patrons watching soccer on the wide-screen television.  Bier is that kind of place.

Catch it if you can at www.bierinternational.com.

As I walked along Frederick Douglass Boulevard, I christened the area from 110th to 125th as Harlem Hamlet.  As I interviewed these entrepreneurs, I concluded: each business owner made something out of nothing.  All dared their dreams, and the community benefits daily.  Harlem is the link that brings the Hamlet together.

Catch more if you can at: www.5anddiamondrestaurant.com,  www.melbas.com, www.mocalounge.com, www.badhorsepizza.com, www.patisseriedesambassades.com, www.modsquadcycles.com, www.poshpets.com,  www.harlemvintage.com, www.aloftharlem.com, www.bebenoir.com, www.bestyetmarket.com, www.huemanbookstore.com, www.harlemflo.com, www.chocolatelounge.com, www.levainbakery.com, www.bierinternational.com,  www.harlemtavern.com, www.zomanyc.com, www.ambiguousjewelryart.com, www.sandybakerjewelry.com, www.uptownsoap.com, www.bibisalonnyc.com, www.HarlemShambles.com, www.FjFloral.com, www.landyoga.com, www.jadosushi.com, www.bohemiarealtygroup.com, www.harlemskinclinic.com, www.montrealpetcare.com, http://www.serengetiteasandspices.com, http://www.hfbnyc.com, and http://www.nycsavann.com.

I dedicate this story to Crystal and Jade Bailey (descendants of Frederick Douglass).

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CATCH IT: BEDFORD

Posted on March 8, 2011 by W.D. Moore

I remember my first New York City Marathon in 1996.  I was coming into Williamsburg, clutching my palms, my eyes glaring, daring the chilled air to slow me down.  Thinking, “Thank God—soon Manhattan, it will be over.”  I just wanted to be home.  I kept pondering, “Why—why did I do this?”  I asked the same question after three subsequent marathons, but that’s another story.

Today, it is a sunny Saturday, February 26, 2011.  I am in Bedford, Brooklyn.  This time, I am strolling my merry way on an adventure, I say.

Now, when one hears the name Bedford, it could be: John of Lancaster, Duke of Bedford, Bedford in the Bronx,  or Bedford Heights in North Ohio.  But in this case, it’s in Brooklyn, after taking the L-train from Manhattan at 14th Street and Union Square.  In less than ten minutes, I’m in Bedford.

On a gorgeous golden day, people were walking along the streets.  I instantly observed a vintage store named JUNK.  Clothes and furniture were outside, inside were larger pieces, houseware items, boxes of photographs, buttons for .25 cents, and chairs for $10.00.  It was an excellent discovery where one could spend hours browsing without going any place else.

As I traveled along Bedford Avenue, still thinking vintage, I saw Amarcord.  I stepped inside and glanced at one of their postcards: “Fashionable European Vintage Clothing, Couture and Accessories for Men and Women.”  Behind the counter were two sales associates.

I said, “Hello—what an adorable community.”

Both smiled, and a tall brunette, with the likeness of a fashion model, asked, “Your first time in Bedford?”

“Not exactly,” I said, “if you count passing by while running in the New York Marathon.”

“We never go into the city,” she said, “because we don’t have to.”

“I agree,” said the other associate, whose illuminated eyes characterized the abode of Bedford.

“I don’t have to leave Brooklyn; it’s almost like a different city here.”

A lady peering through dresses joined in, “Bedford has become trendy; it’s an old world feeling, a do-it-yourself culture, an artsy crowd.  There’s still a lot of the old mixture: Polish community, plus newcomers from around the world.”

“It’s definitely worth the trip,” I said.  “Several stops later on the L-train and you’re here.”

“It’s a shorter walk from the G-train,” she said.

As more customers entered Amarcord, I said good-bye to Lauren, Jessie, and Nicole.

In the warm sunlight, I walked north on Bedford and found the Bedford Cheese Shop.  Two young men were standing outside the door eating a sandwich.

“That looks appetizing,” I said.

They laughed, and said in unison, “We got it here at the Cheese Shop.”

“It’s really good,” said the one wearing a black wool coat and cap.  “Sorry though, it was the last sandwich left.”

“A lot of people are going in; it seems very popular,” I said.  “Do you know of another place to eat in Bedford?”

“We don’t live here—we’re from Canada.”

“And you came to Bedford,” I asked.

“Why not,” he replied.  “It’s Brooklyn—it’s fun, and relaxing.”

“That’s great,” I said. “I’m visiting too, and I think I’ll try to get into the Cheese Shop.”

“Hey,” he said.  “I would recommend the Blue Bottle Coffee Shop.  It’s pretty good.”

I took their advice, and decided to find Blue Bottle Coffee.  Along the way, I popped into Spoonbill & Sugartown, Booksellers.  They specialize in architecture, design, photography, and philosophy books.  I also stopped in the Ugly Luggage shop, which sells vintage luggage and accessory items.

Again, I set off searching for Blue Bottle Coffee.  I thought, “I must be getting closer, because I see many passersby holding the same coffee cup.”  A few minutes later, I was in a large loft space.  Inside were two long lines: one to place an order, the other waiting to pick theirs up.  I had seen a grand communal table with chairs, a slender table at the window, and a separate space in the rear where a man roasted and bagged the beans.  I overheard a woman say, “This is exciting, I always wanted to come here.”

And so, I was witnessing a Broadway performance in Bedford–the anticipating, the patience for something special–and after I placed my order (coffee and shortbread cookie), I returned to the pick-up line.  In front of me were a couple of guys—athletic built, Abercrombie & Fitch style who seemed at ease with the scene.

I asked, “Is Blue Bottle Coffee always this busy?”

“Pretty much,” one said.  “It’s one of the best coffee places in New York.”

“Exactly,” his friend said.  “It’s great, part of the experience, part of living in Bedford.”

I enjoyed listening to them speak about Bedford, their quiet community, and why they loved living in Brooklyn.  Soon, their order was ready.  I said good-bye to Phil and Elliot.  By that time, my order was ready as well.  One minute later, I a saw chair and grabbed it fast.  The coffee was splendid.  I was amused at the creative way of putting the cookie in a paper filter cup.  I glanced at the door.  People pranced in, and since it was getting dark, I decided to leave with my coffee in hand.

Walking back towards the L-train, I scurried into some other places, such as: El Almacen, Wild Ginger, Fornino, and Chai.  Of course, an adventure can be on your own street, in your neighborhood, in the tranquility of your own home.

William Shakespeare said, “In things of great receipt with ease we prove.”

Indeed.

Catch Bedford if you can at:

www.motherofjunk2.blogspot.com, www.amarcordvintagefashion.com, www.bedfordcheeseshop.com, www.bluebottlecoffee.net, www.spoonbillbooks.com, www.uglyluggage@gmail.com, www.elalmacennyc.com, www.wildgingerny.com, www.chai-restaurant.com.

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CATCH IT! Valentine’s Everyday: Jeffrey’s on Waverly Place

Posted on February 14, 2011 by W.D. Moore

Daily, I fall in love with New York.  On Tuesday, February 8th, I fell in love with Jeffrey’s Grocery Luncheonette and Oyster Bar located at 172 Waverly Place, New York, NY  10014.  It’s nestled in Greenwich Village–a neighborhood restaurant, a cozy atmosphere—and has the feel of a country café in Cotswold Hills, England.

At first, my eyes gazed at the antique clock on the wall.  It was four o’clock in the afternoon.  I stared at the 20th Century ceiling, the Art Deco style lights, and peered at the display of market items for sale: Bazzini’s Pistachio Nuts, Canterbury Naturals Jenna Marie’s Golden Carrot Cake, Stumpton Coffee Roasters, and Saint Louis Comptori du Sud cane sugar.

I had a choice of sitting either at the communal table, the bar, or at one of the smaller tables.  I placed my belongings on a white marble table near the window, and walked up to the counter.  My plan was to have a quick bite, then meet a few friends later at a housewarming party on Perry Street.

“Hello, may I help you,” asked a man with a glowing smile, dressed in a tweed cap and black-rimmed glasses.

“Yes, could I have a cup of coffee and that tasty cheese biscuit?”

“Sure, I’ll bring it to your table.”

“What a nice place,” I thought.  “The music sounds good; what a cute space.”  I saw a gentleman in casual, sleek wear, a head full of red hair, moving sprightly about the restaurant.  Minutes later, I pulled out my book, Wear Sunscreen, by Mary Schmich.  The gentleman wended my way.  I asked, “Are you the manager?”

“Yes,” he said.  “My name is Matt.  Is it your first time at Jeffrey’s.”

“It is, and it has charisma.  Could you tell me a little bit about Jeffrey’s Grocery?”

“We are a neighborhood place.  More than 50% of our customers are regulars; we recognize a lot of faces.”

“What type of restaurant is Jeffrey’s,” I asked.

Matt replied, “Jeffrey’s is a bit of a country grocery store, with homemade delectables for breakfast, lunch, or dinner.  We have a wine bar, a raw bar, and our menu varies from shared dishes like Marinated Octopus, Salmon Rillette for $9.00, or entries like Braised Brisket for $15.00.  And a favorite: Brooklyn Velvet Cocktail.  We serve dinner from 5:30 p.m. to midnight, and open at 8:00 a.m. for breakfast.”

“Do you require reservations for dinner?”

“No, it’s on a first come basis, a relaxed atmosphere,” he said.

“Are you preparing anything special for Valentine’s Day,” I asked.

“No particular change,” Matt explained.  “We try to make every night a party night.  It’s a neighborhood place; many of our customers also visit Joseph Leonard across the street.  Jeffrey’s is owned by Gabriel and Gina Stulman.”

“Well,” I said, “I just finished off my wondrous biscuit and Stumpton’s coffee.  Jeffrey’s is a hospitable, happy place.  I know my readers will stop by for their special Jeffrey’s neighborhood experience.”

“All are welcome, except for Mondays when we are closed,” he said.

“Sounds good,” I said.

As I stepped outside into the cold, I still had the feel of Jeffrey’s homey atmosphere.  I walked a couple of paces and saw a place I knew: Liana Jane.   I opened the door, and said, “Hi, I didn’t know you had a boutique downtown.”

“We do,” she said.

“Have I seen you at the Amsterdam Avenue location,” I asked.

“No, that’s my sister.  My name is Limchi.”

“Oh, so nice to meet you, my name is Wanda.  This area is simply charming.  I just left Jeffrey’s.”

“Jeffrey’s,” she smiled.  “I always send people there, because it’s so good.  I love the lobster rolls—everything they serve is fresh.  They really have good wine, too.

A young lady who was shopping overheard our conversation and joined in.  “I just left there, it was great.”

“This is Paulette,” Limchi said.

“Hi, Paulette,” I said.  “What do you like about Jeffrey’s?”

“I was starving; I popped in, and sat at the bar.  I was so cold, I hadn’t eaten lunch.  I had a small cup of soup, salad, and a delicious rosé wine.  It’s a cozy place—I also have eaten at Joseph Leonard’s.  It’s a bit more formal, but still has a casual vibe.”

Limchi nodded and mentioned, “They also have $1.00 coffees and cute little sandwiches…I love the smoked salmon.”

“The bathroom is nice too,” I said.

“I know,” Paulette interjected. “Their bathroom is really clean.  My father was in the restaurant business, and always said, “If you want to know if the restaurant is clean, just check the bathroom.”

“Definitely,” said Limchi, “and it’s pretty.”

We all agreed that Jeffrey’s is the place to be.  I left the neighborly feel of Waverly Place and Christopher Street, and reflected on Valentine’s Day.  It’s a day to celebrate love, and daily I find reasons to love New York City.

Catch it if you can at www.jeffreysgrocery.com, www.josephleonard.com and www.lainajane.com

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CATCH IT: BOULEY’S STUDIO

Posted on January 25, 2011 by W.D. Moore

BOULEY’S STUDIO: After a long day’s walk, I happened upon Bouley’s Studio.  A compact place located at 130 West Broadway, New York, NY  10013.  The Studio serves pastries, burgers, sandwiches, desserts, and beverages.  I bought a sizable oatmeal cookie and a coffee.  The amiable gentlemen at the cashier totaled my purchase at $3.35.  I saw no space for seating, but asked anyway, “Is there seating available?”

“Yes,” he said.  “Upstairs.”

“Upstairs,” I replied.  “Where?”

“Right—behind you,” he pointed.  “Keep walking and you will see the stair case.”

“That’s great,” I then uttered.  “What’s your name?”

“Jacques—like Jacques Cousteau.”   He waved and smiled.

“Thank you, Jacques.”  I wandered and found a much larger area compared to the small-sized studio below.  The room–black tables, side chairs, wide windows, and an open kitchen—was spacious.  I was the only customer on a Wednesday afternoon.  There was one other person, a hearty chef cooking.  Four tables held: platters of chicken, salad, soup, potatoes, and bread.  As I snuggled into my seat, the atmosphere changed.  One by one: men and women glided into the space, grabbed their plates, and found a chair.

They were the staff of the Bouley’s restaurant at 163 Duane Street.  While I was engaged in my scrumptious cookie and rich coffee, I observed their quiet way.  I thought to myself, “Do they ever run out of food?  And if they do—everyone is so calm—would it even matter?”

On my right sat a young man.  He spread butter on his baguette.  I asked, “Are you all on your dinner break?”

“Yes,” he said.  “It’s our family meal.”

“Family meal—how lovely,” I echoed.

Moments later, I asked another question.  “What is your name?”

“Christopher.”

“Thank you,” I said.

When I finished my oatmeal delight, I left the Studio.  I walked to the IRT subway station, and reflected: “I, too, have just experienced a lovely family meal.”

Catch it if you can at www.davidbouley.com

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CATCH IT: ANDAZ

Posted on January 6, 2011 by W.D. Moore

ANDAZ: A place in the sun.  A place in the snow—a new place you should know.  ANDAZ is located at 485 Fifth Avenue at 41st Street, New York, NY  10017.  There I was drinking Emperor’s chamomile tea on the 27th day of December, 2010.  From the outside the tinted tall windows give a seductive matter-of-fact statement: elegance.  Once I walked in I had another feeling: serenity.

In the pursuit of a moment’s rest from the cold—the snow falling, the wind blowing–I sipped my splendid tea.  I observed Hunter’s tall boots trudge along Fifth Avenue, yellow taxicabs moving at a pedestrian’s pace, teenagers throwing vast snowballs, tourists taking pictures of the snow-packed street.  When the hostess, Katie, asked if I wanted a table, I said, “No, I was enjoying the snow and the joyous smiles around.”

But thirty minutes later, I decided to stay and take a look at ANDAZ.  In Hindi, ANDAZ is defined as “personal style.”  The restaurant has been open for five months, and there is another one located at 75 Wall Street.  At 4:15 in the afternoon, the grey sky had darkened.  I met Edmundo Molina, the Assistant Outlets Manager.

“This is my first time visiting your restaurant.  The area I’m in now–what’s it called,” I asked.

“You’re in our Retail area,” he said.  “It’s where customers can purchase tea, coffee, and homemade pastries.  ANDAZ also sells books, jams, chocolate, and our own coffee brand, ‘Café Grumpy.’”

“Excellent,” I replied, and a guided tour began.

“This open space is our dining area,” Edmundo said.  “On the left is The Water area—customers can dine at a handsome dark mahogany table, and in the back is The Den where our patrons can enjoy their meals among books, and feel at home.  Each theme is designed for a personal dining experience.”

“Very nice.  Do you require reservations,” I asked.

“No—dinning is first-come, first-serve.  We are also part of the Hyatt Hotels.  We are open for breakfast after six o’clock in the morning.”

“Oh, you’re a hotel, too,” I said with a surprised look on my face.

“Yes, and a bar, which is located in the cellar.  Follow me,” he said.

As I entered The Bar Downstairs, it was informal, and quite large.  There was a kitchen area where the chef prepares meals in the open, one bar for specialty drinks, another for beer, wine and distilled beverages.  Popular music played in the background.  Edmundo gazed at my delight, and said, “We get a substantial number of the after-work crowd, and weekend customers.”

“Perfect,” I exclaimed.

Minutes passed, and we chatted while walking back upstairs to the front entrance.  I thanked Edmundo for the marvelous tour.  As my leather gloves grasped the silver door knob, my dark eyes glanced at the evening change in the Retail area: a rectangular oak table, six customers, six stemware glasses of red wine, and three white candles in glass votive candle holders.  In the background was smooth instrumental music.

Today is January 6, 2011.  This morning, I walked along Library Walk, which is a celebration of the world’s great literature: William Butler Yeats, John Milton, Emily Dickson, Gwendolyn Brooks, Virginia Woolf, and E.B. White.  It was designed by the sculptor Gregg LeFevre in 1998.

Library Walk and ANDAZ are located on 41st Street.  They are neighbors—they have a connection: elegance and serenity.

Catch it if you can at www.andaz5thavenue.com

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CATCH IT: SWEET SURPRISES THIS CHRISTMAS

Posted on December 20, 2010 by W.D. Moore

MERRY CHRISTMAS:  There are sweet surprises all around New York City for Christmas.  I would like to share four honest-to-goodness ones, and a noteworthy catch for 2011.

 JOEL HARPER’S FITPACK DVD

Watch Joel Harper’s show on how to do a knee bounce on GMA.  He said. “You’re really going to feel this in your abs and quads: http://abcn.ws/hC9a9F.”

Some other sweet surprises are as follows:

Tuck an apple, banana, or other thick-skinned fruit in your bag or backpack.

Breakfast today: a banana with a spoon of flax-seed peanut butter, and Greek yogurt with fresh wild blueberries

Today’s Fit Tip: If you drink more than usual during the holidays, balance it out by drinking a glass of water in between each glass of wine.

General Mills is making efforts: http://yhoo.it/eHaBBU

You can do this barefoot and in your underwear: http://bit.ly/hCdhWz

Catch it if you can everyday at: www.fitpackdvd.com

ROSE ROOM | THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY

The Rose Room is located in the New York Public Library at Fifth Avenue at 42nd Street, New York, NY  10018.  It is a room with a view.  Look above and see the sky——feel the silence—study and rise to the top.  You will have comparable company in the world of World Literature.  Many people bring their laptops; take in the peace and their purpose.

Catch it if you can at: www.nypl.org

 WQXR: 105.9 FM (CLASSICAL RADIO STATION)

105.90 is the number one classical station in the United States.  It is especially enjoyable for the holidays.  There is a diversity of programs for every type of new and worldwide fan of classical music.

Catch if you can at: www.wqxr.org.

CHOCOLATE AT LILY O’ BRIEN’S CAFÉ

I introduced my readers to Lily O’ Brien’s Chocolate Café in August.  I am back again for this Christmas.  The splendor of their holiday decorations and the small little place weaved into warm hearts of families and friends.  It’s about the spirit of cheer for chocolate lovers—coffee perfectos, and regulars who escape for the joy of it.

Catch if you can at: www.lilyscafenyc.com

NOTEWORTHY CATCH FOR 2011

CHRISTMAS VIOLIN CONCERT

On December 11th, I strolled along Central Park and 96th Street where I heard music.  I entered in the Second Presbyterian Church while performers were rehearsing for a Christmas Violin Concert with the Music Institute of New York.  The program was to commence in thirty minutes.

While Ms. Ellie Kang, the music director, was preparing her students for their performances, her mother, Jung Kang (who is an artist as well), was finishing up the last details for the reception afterwards.  Mrs. Kang told me that her daughter Ellie started taking violin and piano classes at age five.  “She loves to teach,” Mrs. Kang said.  “Her students perform every year, please stay for the program.”  I found a seat.  I watched Ellie’s compassion for her students, and their smiles.  I thought, “She is indeed an inspiration, how lucky they are to study with her.”

As family members, friends, and guests found their way, the program started on time at 4P.M.  The players’ ages range from three to over fifty.  Some of the solo and group performances were:  Jingle Bells, Jolly Old St. Nicholas, We Three Kings, Joy to the World Silver Bells, Christmas Medley, and Entrance of Queen of Sheba, written by George Frideric Handel.

What a magnificent discovery, an ever-glorious surprise, except I wish that I had known about it earlier to share with you.  That’s where my Noteworthy Catch for 2011 comes in.  For you can check out upcoming programs in 2011; have gratifying experiences all next year, and become inspired to start taking lessons too.

Catch it if you can next year at: www.musiciny.com

Thank you for reading my Catch It blog, and I’ll catch you in 2011.

—W.D. M.

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CATCH IT: A THANKSGIVING SHORT STORY:PRIMEBURGER

Posted on November 28, 2010 by W.D. Moore

PRIMEBURGER: Something happened to me and I hope it will happen to you.  An adventure I had more than ten years ago—a rediscovery I found a few days ago.

But of course, every bistro has its own flare, every bar & grill has reliable customers, every so often visitors become lifetime patrons at Primeburger.  The restaurant is located at 5 East 51st Street (between Madison and Fifth Avenue), New York, NY  10022.  In addition, the coffee shop sits across the street from Saint Patrick’s Cathedral.

The long trail began with Arthur Ward in 1952.  He worked as a waiter for two years before he enlisted in the United States Army.  After his service, he returned to Primeburger and worked off and on throughout the late fifties and early sixties.  However, by 1965 he was a permanent fixture behind the old-fashioned counter.

“Here, I have had regular clients for fifty years,” Arthur said.  “Gordon Parks was one.  He ordered a medium rare burger with onions and a strawberry shake.  After the Korean War, I came home, and had a job.  Back then a lot of restaurants opened and closed.  I’ve always been employed.”

“What’s your favorite meal here to eat?” I said.

“All these years, it’s still the burger.  We hold our own here, we use choice cut meat—ours is prime meat.  When Chevy Chase came in, he ordered a cheeseburger, French fries and a diet coke.  I love our burgers.”

Earnest Harrison has worked at Primeburger for forty years.  He started in 1971; his main station is the dining room.  “I’m the maître ď,” he remarked. “I’ve been a singer with The Coasters for around the same amount of years.  I’ve traveled the world, but my main day job is Primeburger.”

“In your travels, have you found a tastier cuisine,” I inquired.

“No,” he said.  “My favorite meal is Chicken-In-A-Basket [Golden-Crust Chuck of Half Plump, Tender Chicken, Toasted Bun, and Heaps of Fries for $12.95].  Nobody is better than our chef, Randy.  Pearl Bailey would come in— take her shoes off and order Sweet Potato Pie.”

“Oh, she did.  I love that story.”

“Yea, Little Eddie Adams made the desserts.  He retired in 2008 after sixty plus years.  Our customers still remember his Lemon Meringue Pie, Pecan Pie, Coconut Layered Cake, Chocolate Layer Cake, Pumpkin Pie, Sweet Potato Pie, Cherry Pie, Apple Pie, and the Corn Muffins.  Eddie would come in at 4:00 a.m., go to the basement, and create whatever the restaurant needed for the day.  A lot of customers ordered cakes and pies for the holidays.”

“Primeburger is my way of life, he continued.  “I’m grateful—and for the guys who work here.  My Dad told me working keeps you out of trouble; it’s good to have something to fall back on.”

“Earnest, how is Eddie doing,” I asked while thinking of Cherry Pie.

“Eddie is great; he’s getting close to ninety.  You know, his nephew Randy is our main chef.  I’ll bring him over to say hello.”

Minutes later, Randy said, “Hello, Wanda.”

“Hi, Randy,” I said.

“What are you eating,” he asked.

“I can’t decide if I want breakfast or lunch.  Randy, how long have you been at Primeburger?”

“Twenty-seven years,” he folded his arms and beamed across the dining area.

“I won’t ask the chef about his preferred eatables.  I’m curious about the customers’ requests, though.”

Instantly, he said, “Breakfast and lunch customers favor omelets—any kind—all the time.  I’m the egg man.  Whatever is on our menu, our guys prepare it, except the burgers.  Burgers are grilled at the front of the restaurant.”

“Oh…now I know what I’m hungry for: I’ll have scrambled eggs, cheeseburger, and a Coca-Cola.”

Randy laughed— left and told Earnest about my order.  Meanwhile, I saw another familiar person.  “Hi, Abraham.”  He grabbed a seat.

“I didn’t want to interrupt your conversation,” Abraham said.  “Everyone is happy to see you.”

“Thanks, Abraham.  I’m here to share my joy about Primeburger for the Thanksgiving Holidays. When did you start working at Primeburger?”

“I forget how long. I started as a delivery boy,” he noted.  “Along the way, the manager kept pushing me to work as a waiter.  I worked behind the counter and twenty plus years later, I am the night manager.”

“I see Chester behind the counter,” I replied.  “I remember when he was in the kitchen.”

“Exactly,” said Abraham.  “Chester has been working here since 1980.”

All at once, our conversation paused for a moment.  My lunch arrived.  Then I asked, “What’s the difference between the counter service and being the manager?”

“I take care of the customers, the staff and operations at night.  I love both: talking with our old-time customers, new customers who perhaps just started working in the area, and plenty of tourists.  When customers bring their kids, many order the Kids Menu [they have a choice of the Prime Burger, Hot Dog, Grilled Cheese, Chicken Fingers, and Mozzarella Sticks.  All served with fries and a small soda for $5.95].  Parents on the other hand, often order the Prime Burger Deluxe [two Juicy Primeburgers, Golden Brown French Fries, and Assorted Relishes for $10.95].

“Everyone says: don’t change anything, the décor, the music, the waiters in their white jackets and black ties.  We get fresh meat every morning—never frozen.  Primeburger is an old-styled burger house.  We are open every day except Sundays.”

While he spoke, I had already completed eating my cheeseburger.  I started helping myself to the relish. Suddenly, I heard, “Wanda, do you want another burger?”  It was the co-owner, Michael DiMicelli. Abraham laughed, and so did I.

“Uh…I better not,” I said.  Abraham stood up and gave Mike his seat.

“Some people come in for the relish and not the burger,” he delightfully said.

“I can understand that,” I echoed.  “I love the relish—my second best treat here.  What is your secret?  My intriguing mind wants to know.”

“It’s a secret.  But I will tell you our red pepper relish is great on everything.  Some people have it with their eggs.”

“Oh,” I pretended to be surprised.  “Say, Michael, how long has your family owned Primeburger?”

“The original name was Hamburg Heaven in 1938.  The name changed to Primeburger in 1965, and my Dad, Anthony DiMicelli, took over the business in 1976.

“And when did you start working for the business?”  I said.

“Always—I worked with my Dad when I was in high school.  I watched him.  Even while in college, I worked part-time.  When I graduated from college it was easy to work side-by side with my Dad.

“Anthony DiMicelli was a successful entrepreneur before the world knew the name,” I commented.

Michael grinned and continued, “He showed me the ropes.  My brother John and I both manage the business together.   Michael’s eyes turned to a frequent customer.  “Hey Mike,” he said.  “His name is Mike too.  Mike’s father brought him in Primeburger when he was a small boy.  Now he comes in the afternoon and orders milk and chocolate cake.”

Mike continued, “A year ago, an older gentleman walked in and ordered coffee.  He didn’t touch his coffee.  He sat for some time at the counter.  Later, I walked up to him and said hello.  He said.  ‘I met my wife here.  She just passed away.  I came back to remember.’”

“That’s a lovely story, and sad,” I said.  “And yet, there is a sense of home.  The DiMicelli family has created a lifestyle at Primeburger for everyone to enjoy.”

“Thanks Wanda,” Mike gazed around the dining room.  “We get new customers every day.  Some like to sit at the counter, some like to sit in the dining room.  If you are like Sarah Jessica Parker, you like the ‘Little Booths.’  The booths are very popular with everyone.”

“I always liked sitting at the counter,” I announced.  “I liked watching Dave grill the burgers. I would contemplate about having two burgers—then give up, and order a slice of Cherry Pie.”

Michael laughed.

“I discovered something new about Primeburger,” I said.

“What’s that,” he asked.

“Primeburger is not only a New York tradition—it’s a gift to the world.”

“My Dad will be happy to hear those words,” Mike said.  “Thank you.”

I say catch it if you can at www.primeburger.com.

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CATCH IT: GROM

Posted on October 29, 2010 by W.D. Moore

GROM: Have you eaten gelato?  May I suggest GROM if you have or have not.  There is something about GROM.  It’s sublime.  The three locations in Manhattan are: 2165 Broadway (and 76th Street), 233 Bleecker Street (and Carmine), and 1796 Broadway (Columbus Circle).  For my pleasure, however, I ventured to Columbus Circle—close to Central Park South.

I had not expected to go to GROM on Friday, October 22nd.  The plan was Whole Foods.  All of a sudden, I thought of ice-chocolate, and there I was in line among scores of gleeful customers anticipating a spoonful, plentiful of gelato joy.  As I waited, I chatted with Stephanie and Kristina; both had The New York Look style.

“What the best part about GROM?”  I asked.

“Oh my God, it’s delicious.”  Stephanie said.  “They let you taste a bunch of flavors and I really like that they use organic cups and spoons.”

Kristina, then interposed, “I like the diverse flavors.  You wouldn’t get flavors like this in a grocery store.”  She sampled Pistacchio and Nocciola Hazelnut.

I chose Cioccolato fondente (medium size up for $6.25), and a Battifollo Biscuit for $0.55. With happiness in hand, I decided to sit outside at one of Grom’s table.  The couple at the other table was from Reykjavik, Iceland.  They drank milk Bacio hot chocolate.

It was an autumn night—I imagined I was at Jazz at Lincoln Center listening to Chucho Valdés and the Afro-Cuban Messengers while leisurely eating Cioccolato fondente.

But minutes later, my gelato was no more.  I never made it to the grocery store.  Instead I went home and played Joel Harper’s Fit Pack DVD.  I had forgotten all about my promise to eat dinner before dessert.  I danced.  I mean—I exercised.  I was so proud of myself; I decided to do the combo workout too.  The next moment, I heard his voice say, “Oooh you go.”  And I did!

Catch it if you can at www.grom.it, www.jazzatlincolncenter.org, and www.fitpackdvd.com.

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