1 Oct 2015

Apples of My Eye

Apples of My Eye

After spending time with Brian Frakes in the bowels of the Pfister, remedy I am quite confident that I will have no need to visit any doctor for 96 days or so. Brian, the Pfister’s Executive Chef, caught me in the Café drinking coffee like I was in a contest to see if I could […]

5 Aug 2015

It Is Time to Speak of Cake

It Is Time to Speak of Cake

I have some great stories to tell you all about some great Pfister visitors. But not today. Today it is finally time to speak of cake. It’s a languid summer day here at the Pfister, click and on days like this guests are relaxed and casual. There’s a couple of guys in the lobby nursing […]

21 Jun 2015

Of Fathers and Sons and Hugs

Of Fathers and Sons and Hugs

Joe and Simon hugged themselves into a booth at the Café at the Pfister on a Saturday afternoon. They stopped for a quick nosh before scrubbing up for a wedding on the 7th floor. These gents looked like they had invented hugging, viagra and I was immediately impressed. I watched this small miracle take place […]

22 May 2015

Let Me Help You Do Your Crossword Puzzle Through Deceit and Unfair Play

Let Me Help You Do Your Crossword Puzzle Through Deceit and Unfair Play

While it is true that guests come and go from the Pfister on a daily basis, order there are also plenty of good souls who you can classify as Pfister regulars. The formidable Barbara Brown Lee who has knowledge about the visual art world that could fill many volumes of thick books (my predecessor Anja […]

20 May 2015

Join Me As I Begin to Salute the Women and Men in Silk and Lace Uniform

Join Me As I Begin to Salute the Women and Men in Silk and Lace Uniform

I anticipate that today I will begin what will grow to become a more public and frequent declaration of one of my favorite harmless infatuations. Bridesmaids. Oh, how I love a gaggle of ladies who have all agreed to wear the same dress and stand in front of a group of people. And, okay, I can’t […]

11 May 2015

My mother, the Green Hornet, and other notes of love

My mother, the Green Hornet, and other notes of love

Are you still feeling the glow of Mother’s Day? It was a glorious brunch filled day at the Pfister this past Sunday when good sons and daughters showered their moms with well deserved adoration. Me? I was out of town, there and I’m not 100% certain that my Mom even had a good cup of […]