A favorite New York joke goes like this – a woman and her son are having lunch at a sidewalk café. The waiter brings the boy a bowl of soup and sets it down in front of him, at which point the woman says, “Hurry up and eat your soup, Dear, before it gets dirty.”
My Grandmother, a transplanted Brit, used to say that there were three types of New Yorkers – the Hoofers, the Hailers and the High-Steppers. Hoofers walked, except when it rained, Hailers took cabs and High-Steppers took limousines.
The service is impeccable -- gracious and attentive yet never effusive, and I am always charmed by the subtle dash of good humor and fun. The waitstaff clearly enjoy their work and will do whatever it takes to make sure you enjoy every moment of your evening. And then there’s the food…….!!!!
I am particularly fond of the black velvet cushions which are placed beside each Lady’s chair for her to rest her handbag. The shape and height of the cushion ensures that your bag or clutch lies within easy reach of your hand without having to bend down. Ladies, how often have you had to balance your clutch on your lap under your napkin only to have one or both slide off during dinner? Major kudos to whoever came up with this brilliant little idea.
The next morning we are waiting in front of the entrance to the Metropolitan Opera at Lincoln Center. The curtain is scheduled to go up on “Die Walkure” at 12 Noon. It is our last opera for the season and one we have been looking forward to for months. It’s already 11:50, and they still refuse to let us in. What’s going on?
The crowd of anxious opera goers around us grows larger. In all my years as a Met Opera subscriber, this has never happened. It’s impossible not to think the worst. I call my friend, Steve, who is having brunch at the Grand Tier Restaurant inside.
“What’s going on?” I ask. “They won’t let us in and they won’t tell us what’s happening.”
“Oh, they’re having technical problems with the stage again. I got the scoop from the Maitre D’.” It’s been my experience in life that if you want the straight scoop on things like this, you never get it from management.
To say it was worth the wait is a HUGE understatement. The massive set which set the Met back more than 45 million dollars and has been more unreliable than the most temperamental of Divas has decided to function beautifully.
Brunnhilde and her eight Valkyrie Sisters ride again on their winged horses rescuing fallen heroes and bringing them to Valhalla.
She will lie there until the hero, Siegfried, fights his way through the ring of fire that surrounds her and rescues her with a kiss. But, alas, we and Brunnhilde will have to wait until next year for “Siegfried” the third opera in Wagner’s four-opera Ring Cycle. And so I bid a fond auf wiedersehen to Brunnhilde on her fiery rock. It will be a long, hot summer for both of us.