Gramercy in Fall

Note to self: since a large part of the reason you're doing this weblog is to have a journal of sorts that you can use to fill the holes in your frustratingly poor memory, you should record that last night, on a perfect fall evening, you took your new wife to one of your two favorite restaurants in New York, Gramercy Tavern (the other being Peter Luger's) and, there, in the warmth of the soft lights and polished wood, had an excellent dinner of filet mignon followed by a fine scotch and a chocolate torte that could inspire poets. Then the two of you walked to Gramercy Park Hotel and had a Guinness and, in the velvet comfort of the lounge (another favorite place of yours), talked about things both important and inconsequential. All in all, you had a wonderful time enjoying your favorite season, and you're incredibly happy to be married to that lovely wife of yours.