We were living in an apartment on East Twenty-ninth Street. We were on the thirty-first floor facing north with a magnificent view of the midtown skyline. We used to tell Emmy that the lights on the Empire State Building were her nightlights; they were so close to bedroom window. It became her nightly visual lullaby as the colors on the Empire State Building changed throughout the week. She never had to go to sleep in the dark.
Rick was already at work at 8:46 on that Tuesday morning. Angelina, our nanny, was getting Emmy's breakfast. I was getting ready to go into the office. From our windows we could see the cloudless clear blue sky drifting over all the architectural jewels of upper Manhattan. We were oblivious to anything south of Twenty-ninth Street. We reveled on that Tuesday enjoying one more full day with Emmy before she slipped one more step away from us in her educational journey.
At 8:46 I was just finishing shaving, Emmy was sitting at the dining table waiting for her breakfast, Angelina was at the kitchen stove stirring Emmy's oatmeal when the phone rang. It was my sister asking me if I was watching TV. She never said what was happening. She just told me to turn on the morning news program.
ONE IF BY LAND, TWO IF BY SEA
We chose from a selection of prix fixe menus: one with three courses, one with six and the most indulgent a menu with eleven courses. We watched as several tables were served. The plated portions were generous. They were definitely not new wave and looked significantly larger than mere tastings.
After we had placed our orders and prior to the first course an amuse bouche of tuna tartar was served on small ceramic spoons.