EAT, DRINK, TALK
Our eating habits become ordinary, routine, and uneventful.
But sometimes they take on new meaning. Birthdays and anniversaries have a
special cachet. More than eating and drinking is involved. Important business
deals may be made at lunch; engagement rings presented with champagne toasts at
dinner. An extra factor can turn a meal into a memorable occasion. In
sixty-seven years as a priest in New
York, I’ve experienced hundreds of meals that
provided nourishment; a relatively few that stand out in memory.
1. The Byrnes had moved out of the Bronx, where we had been close to Nana Byrne. Now it was more of a trip from Mount Vernon to Grandma Byrne’s. Down the Post Road then west on Gun Hill Road, past the twin towers of the Franciscan Church to Nana’s house. The “biggee” at Nana’s was the cuckoo clock. We carefully watched the little door open and the bird come out. Our trip featured an early dinner at Brienlinger’s. Dad took me to the Men’s’ Room. Returning to our table, I spotted a sign saying, “This way to the bar for a quick drink”. My recollection, after these many years: Nana and her cuckoo clock, the twin towers of the church and the sign encouraging a sneaky drink!
1. The Byrnes had moved out of the Bronx, where we had been close to Nana Byrne. Now it was more of a trip from Mount Vernon to Grandma Byrne’s. Down the Post Road then west on Gun Hill Road, past the twin towers of the Franciscan Church to Nana’s house. The “biggee” at Nana’s was the cuckoo clock. We carefully watched the little door open and the bird come out. Our trip featured an early dinner at Brienlinger’s. Dad took me to the Men’s’ Room. Returning to our table, I spotted a sign saying, “This way to the bar for a quick drink”. My recollection, after these many years: Nana and her cuckoo clock, the twin towers of the church and the sign encouraging a sneaky drink!
2. St. Emeric’s
rectory. In June 1949, I returned from Catholic U.
with a Doctorate in Canon Law and was assigned to the Archdiocesan Tribunal
with residence at St. Emeric’s. Vin Brosnan, the pastor, a Chaplain in World
War II, was a delightful boss. When I arrived home after a day at the Chancery,
he would hear me enter and call out from his room, “Okay. Brud, the martinis
are waiting”. Dinner would follow with his interesting stories of the war.
Dinner was always pleasant. But then, Bros bought a television. The yearwas1950. A new pervasive presence had entered our apartment and our world. He
set it up in the dining room. It ended conversation.
After a week, I spoke up. Bros was surprised. “You don’t like it?” “Not really, Monsignor. Our conversation is overwhelmed by Hopalong Cassidy. I'd rather chat with you. You’ve had an interesting life.” With further friendly remarks, that was it. The TV remained in his quarters. Evening meals were pleasant in the company of this great man and priest, even if, by rare chance, a war story was repeated for a third time. Memorable meals, memorable conversations, a memorable man. A young priest had spoken up to a veteran monsignor. A memorable occasion, indeed.
After a week, I spoke up. Bros was surprised. “You don’t like it?” “Not really, Monsignor. Our conversation is overwhelmed by Hopalong Cassidy. I'd rather chat with you. You’ve had an interesting life.” With further friendly remarks, that was it. The TV remained in his quarters. Evening meals were pleasant in the company of this great man and priest, even if, by rare chance, a war story was repeated for a third time. Memorable meals, memorable conversations, a memorable man. A young priest had spoken up to a veteran monsignor. A memorable occasion, indeed.
3. Cameo Restaurant, Lexington
and 86th Street.
I was now a full time chancery man with residence at St. Thomas More’s. Frequently
late for supper after a busy buerocratic day, I found it better to relax
before eating with a shower in the summer. There was no air-conditioning in
subway cars at that time. To the Cameo, then, and its regulars: Florsheim Shoe
store manager, district leader and members, Jefferson Democratic Club. Before
entering, check out who’s inside. If a certain woman community activist is
present, keep walking. She never stops talking and does not remind you of
springtime in nearby Central Park. Benny, the Greek
waiter, was an interesting study. He loved to tell the Father slightly anti-clerical
jokes and stories about his need to keep alert. On a recent night, a couple has
dinner; man pays the check; leaves tip on table and goes to men’s room. Girl friend
steals tip.
More serious matters occurred on 86th Street some years ago: drug
dealing on the north side, prostitution on the south, tragically played out by
two young blondes with their pimps nearby. Hats off to the NYPD! A mounted
police officer was posted on each side of the street. From their lofty posts,
the cops could see transactions under way. The horses provided quick arrivals
at the spot. Problem solved. The Cameo is memorable to me as an occasional evening
oasis for its food, staff, neighborhood diners and its location just off 86th
street with its sometimes street theater.
4. Michele’s Restaurant,
Washington, DC As a student at Catholic
U. 1946-1949, my classmate , Terence, later Cardinal, Cooke, myself and two other
priests went to dinner one evening at the fashionable Michele’s in our clerical
attire. We were graciously received by the maitre’d, who with a bow, ushered us
to a prominent table. When we were seated, three musicians with violin, zither,
and viola bowed towards us and played, to our considerable surprise, the “Ave Maria”.
At the conclusion, sensing an atmosphere of nineteenth century Vienna, we four ceremoniously rose and bowed
to the smiling musicians. Yes. A colorful evening, indeed.
5. Petaluma,
1st Ave
and 73rd Street,
diagonally across the street from the Ronald McDonald House, a residence for parents
who have children afflicted with cancer. My association began when, I, as pastor
of St. Joseph’s
of Yorkville sold our convent to the RMDH. Increased demands brought about construction
of a new building on 73rd
Street accommodating eighty-five families. As a
board member, I participated in the design including a chapel and establishing
a Pastoral Care Department. I offered Mass there on Wednesday evenings, occasionally
followed by dinner at Petaluma.
One Wednesday, the maitre d’ noticed the smudge on the foreheads of my accompanying
friends. “Oh my,” he exclaimed, “Ash Wednesday. Would you be able to give ashes
to my staff?” After dinner, I went back to the chapel for the ashes. Staff was
gathered in the cavernous kitchen: waiters, busboys, chefs, dishwashers,
bartenders, and hat check girls. I conducted a brief ceremony and applied ashes
to a variety of foreheads! Diners appeared quizzical. Wait staff with clean
faces had suddenly vanished and then reappeared, marked with the ashes of
Lent. It was, indeed, an evening to be remembered.
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6. The RMDH is an expensive facility to maintain. Resident
families pay a small amount, if they can afford it. Among various efforts to
raise the necessary funds, an annual gala is held at the Waldorf-Astoria,
bringing in enormous individual and corporate contributions. As the only clergy
board member, I was privileged to provide the invocation. At one of the galas,
as I began the prayer, I could not help but notice the well-dressed affluent
men and women. The evening gowns of the women appeared like moving lanterns of
color and style, not to be found in the outer boroughs. This sight prompted me
to add extemporaneously to my prayer. “And may I suggest to those who are Catholic
in this distinguished assemblage to pray, as we experience the shortage of
priests, that our Holy Father would become aware of the wit, wisdom, and charm
of this half of the human race and brighten our Church by ordaining some and
permitting others to marry members of the clergy.” Applause was heartfelt. Some
stopped at my table to laughingly suggest that I might be sent up the river to
a little country parish. Apparently Cardinal O’Connor was advised of the incident
and had his Vicar General send me a note, disapproving of my “trivializing” the Holy
Father. It was a memorable night at the Waldorf!