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Virginia Nan

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  1. Got to Mercat last night. Really great food and wine and overall smashing time had by me and my dining companion. Excellent service too. Thanks for that recommendation
  2. Thanks for all the recommendations. Will try them all.
  3. I am looking for the equivalent of Chicago's Avec in Manhattan for Thursday night. Great vibe, great food, not pretentious. Thoughts?
  4. Virginia Nan

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    Great insights. Am reading Guns, Germs and Steel, which emphasizes the significant role that food production played in the flourishing of various peoples throughout history. Somehow, though, I am more interested in the back story of your ex-wife and the seminary student spouse...
  5. Chef C -- Thank you so much for these terrific piece(s). Having been born in the early 60s, my main Vietnam memories are of the newscasts, which I remember as showing (1) body counts, if my recollection serves me at all well, and (2) the return of POWs. Even now, I can remember the ferocity of the joy of those families on the tarmac. I appreciate very much your on-the-ground, daily life perspective, but I am sorry you had to be there at all. Thank you for your service.
  6. Wonderful -- you've done your history so proud. Your essay reminds me of my father, a Man of the Fifties if there ever was one. My mom in a rebellious turn when I was 12, and against all desires of Dad, went back to work as a Labor & Delivery nurse at the city hospital. They required her to work every other weekend, hence a large measure of the source of my father's disgruntlement. The job of making weekend lunch for my father fell to the three daughters. It was a race between my sisters and I to make ourselves scarce at lunchtime, to avoid the sight of my father sitting silently at the kitchen table waiting for his sandwich, chips, and bread-and-butter pickles (just grocery store jarred I am sad to say, even sadder after reading your entry). One day, my sister made him the sandwich and the chips. No pickles. In his way, which anyone who has met him knows, he accused her of DELIBERATELY omitting the pickles. Last time she ever made lunch for him. Not to be confused with the cold toast at breakfast contretemps between him and my mom. Last time she ever made him breakfast (at least until he retired and they generally softened up.) Even now, if my parents come for lunch, I make sure we have the g.d. pickles. Somehow, I'm thinking that even if I did spectacular home-grown, home-put-up pickles, he'd be sitting, silently waiting at the table for the Vlasics...
  7. Very fun read! However, I have been haunted by the forlorn image of you with those 80 unused red plates. Were they paper? Plastic? Some form of breakable? Rented? Save for another day the pondering of why this has been stuck in my brain since yesterday... Nan
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