The bar at Bedford’s La Cremaillere Restaurant (just over the Greenwich line), the perfect place to observe Gideon’s birthday…
Let’s be serious a moment…
Should a sane, rational, non-narcissistic, functioning adult actually give a crap about his birthday, past the age of 10? Okay, 16’s a big deal, and maybe 18. 21, I guess so. But have you ever heard someone exclaim, “Gee gosh, I’m 24 years old, I’ve made it!” Of course not. And by the time you get to 39 (my odometer stuck at that number), my goodness, who cares!
That being said, some of you* clearly forgot that February 15th is my big day. Is it too late to send presents? No. Is there a price limit? No. Suggestions? Well, I’ve had my eye on a certain Omega watch, but short of that, think cigars, chocolate, whiskey, and coffee, real easy.
* As in, all of you.
Greenwich Bored And Razed 