3
Jun
2015
The Brunchers, or Mooning Over Each Other and Some Eggs
As a baby, nurse Ted screamed during his christening party some 73 years ago filling the 7th floor with bouncing baby echoes. As a boy Ted walked to school past the entrance to the Pfister every day in awe of the obvious grandeur inside. As a man of distinction, Ted wisely understands that the best […]