a visit from my son

When Adam and Rachel give me a very generous gift certificate to Wolfgang's Steakhouse for my birthday, I know immediately whom I'll invite.

Alexander and I differ on so many subjects it's sometimes hard to remember I raised him. I prefer winter; he hates the cold. I am a spender; he is a saver. I am a liberal; he is not. But our tastes in food are similar. Among many common loves, steak is high on the list.

Today my son visits. He looks healthy and I know he's happy because he lets me take his picture without complaining.

Alexander arrives midday and has a few things to do. So we talk over lunch and a long walk to Wolfgangs.

So many NYC restaurants have created great outdoor environments that I hope last beyond the pandemic.

We have our own semi-private room, complete with window and portable heater.

And as always, the food is amazing. 

We start with tuna tartare.

And both get the medium-rare, perfectly prepared strip steak, along with the restaurant's signature German potatoes and creamed spinach,

After dinner, I come home and Alexander goes off to meet up with some friends.

I wish my son lived here, and that spending time with him was more usual than not.