Bone Marrow at Blue Ribbon
When people ask me, “How do you come up with stuff for your blog all the time?” I have a ready-made answer: “Camera.”
“Yes,” I say. “I try to carry a camera everywhere I go” (sometimes at my own peril) “and then if I eat something notable or I stumble into somewhere notable I can take pictures and write about it later.”
Such was the case last night when I went with Diana to Blue Ribbon in the West Village. I’d been there before, I wrote about it way back when and it seemed like this would be an unbloggable experience. But then I recalled the passage in Phoebe Damrosch’s “Service Included” where she and her Per Se co-workers seek out the best bone marrow in New York and find it at Blue Ribbon.
“Diana!” I yelled, after sitting at our table. “We have to get the bone marrow.”
“Yes,” I continued. “It’ll make a great post and plus I hear it’s fantastic.”
“Ok,” she said. “As long as you’re paying.”