Went to the Fat Radish for oysters, bubbly, burger & duck fat fries, grilled cheese and chocolate cake with Katherine Lanpher and broke the news that I'm moving away (not far): "THAT'S THE WORST NEWS I'VE EVER HEARD," said the manager who I spent Christmas Eve with, sitting at the bar, discussing astrology. I won't be a stranger, but you know New York, neighborhoods. I promised I'd have a big party before I leave, with as many people as can be seated and champagne and cake for everyone who works there. It's a wait for a month now, you know, for a table.
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