I've been lucky enough to share a birthday with my mom, (hers is the 21st, mine is the 19th, ) and this weekend was the highlight of them all.
Friday night a large group (including Roni, who was visiting) of us gathered at Musso and Frank. Musso and Frank is a famous old Hollywood joint, the "oldest restaurant in Hollywood: , an old fashioned steak place where the waiters wear jackets and ties and the cocktails are not to be trifled with:
http://www.seeing-stars.com/Dine2/musso&frank.shtml
We went there for Mom and Dad's anniversary a number of years ago, and Mom is quite fond of their Manhattan's. So it was a special place to have a birthday dinner for the two of us.
PS A Musso and Frank story:
I'm fond of telling this one. My Dad told us how he had come to Musso and Frank decades before during World War II. The last place he trained before being sent to the Pacific Theater was Edwards Air Force Base north of Los Angeles, during weekend furloughs the airmen would often join the rest of the soldiers and sailors swarming Hollywood at the time. My dad and the rest of his crew ended up at Musso and Frank and he order a drink. The surly bartender demanded to see ID, which my father, being 19 years old at the time, didn't have. He was always pretty quick thinking when it came to aquiring alcohol, and after a slight pause, pointed at the rank on his sleeve and blurted out: "But I'm an officer! You HAVE to be 21 to be an officer" The first part was true, the second was not. The bartender thought for a second and said "Oh yeah, that's right" . Dad, got his drink. We drank a bottle of red from the Dan Lynch Winery in Napa in honor of him.
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