Putting On The Ritz At Al S Italian Beef
In the years after my grandpa died, my grandma always went with us. She felt about downtown the way I did, I think, even though her version was far more elegant than mine: trips to Field’s to look around the 28 Shop—but never to buy anything—and lunch in the Walnut Room, or nights out at swanky places where you danced after dinner. She was of the generation of women who never left the house without a protective coat of lipstick, but a trip downtown on a Friday night meant the mink....