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The Galloping Gourmet

Me cooking for people at Benihanas Cincinnati

The Galloping Gourmet

Back in the late 1970’s, I was in New York City several times a year;
I’d jet there from Cincinnati, before I developed a flying fear!
I shared a gallery on the East Side, with two other dealers in Fine Art;
I loved going to the Big Apple, for major deals there would start!
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Every night, we’d go for dinner, to a restaurant very fine;
We’d have a fabulous gourmet meal, and drink expensive wine!
Adam’s Rib was great for prime meat, The Russian Tea Room for elegant fare;
But my favorite two were Italian, and we often would go there!
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The first was Pronto Ristorante, on 58th and Park Avenue;
Where two women in its glass enclosed center, made fresh pasta just for you!
We’d watch them as they went through each process, mesmerized by their centuries-old prowess;
Dining on delicious Italian delicacies, some of New York’s very best!
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The second was called Pinocchio’s, a small Northern Italian eatery;
So different from what we were used to, cooked very differently!
For the regions use rare sauce blends, to find a restaurant like this unique;
But when you want something special in The Big Apple, you can find anything that you seek!
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Start spreading the news
I was oft a part of it
Dear New York, New York

 

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Leah Cabael Yodico

Dear Larry,
Merry Christmas epicurious poet.
I'll start spreading the news now; don't worry....
I'm entertained..
hugs 
Leah

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Larry Ran

Dear Leah,

Maligayang Pasko, my poetic Soulmate!  
Sounds like you do karaoke too, and know the words to "New York, New York", one of my favorite songs to sing.  Not to brag, but I usually bring down the house.

All my love,
Larry xxx

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Katina Woodruff...

Incredible narrative! 

I've never been to New York before; you make it sound amazing. I'm also a little hungry now that I've read your poem. Your poem reads like a lyric narrative poem, full of colorful images and descriptive language. I became lost in the words, I was at the restaurant drinking the wine with no ill effects. 

Good work. 
I clicked on "Follow" so that I won't miss any of your new poems. 
 

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Larry Ran

My Dear Katina,

Another unbelievable comment from someone who is fast becoming my latest poetic Soulmate.  I'm not sure if New York City would be as much fun today, as it was in the 1970's.  I think nowadays, you have to be very rich to enjoy it like I did.  I'm glad that I could be a good sommelier, and serve a fine wine that agreed with you.

As are you now on our "Follow" list.

Love,
Larry xxx

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Katina Woodruff...

Thank you, Larry. I wish I was born with the desire and ability to cook food that everyone liked. I'm more of a baker, and that is mostly the boxed (already made) cooking items like cakes and cookies.

My husband is the chef in our home. It's nice to read a poem that you can smell, see and taste the food being served, because at a good restaurant, it's the atmosphere, the unique way that the food is cooked and presented, to write like a chef cooks, is a dream. One day, I'm going to take a cooking class and surprise my husband. He would be thankful I took the time to learn. 

I'm better with "a shovel" than a "spoon" 

Thanks for another incredible poem.

I'm on Face Book: Katina Woodruff Borgersen

I share narratives on there, that I don't publish anywhere
else, course they are often first drafts and are full of small 
issues. I try to write a poem a day and put on my FB page. 

Sometimes, the words are dry, sometimes I get inspired by a poet on Cosmo... Just feels good getting back to reviewing. It's a lot of work and it takes an open mind, as we are all authors here and we all have our own ways for telling the story. I’m amazed at the quality of your writing and so many authors here. 

Happy New Year 2020 --- Here is to publication and getting paid to write, for each of us at Cosmofunnel. Cheers. 

 

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Larry Ran

My Dear Katina,

I am the chef in our house too, but when Linda decides she wants to take over, she performs culinary magic!  Her specialty is brisket, the recipe handed down from her dear Mother.  It cooks eight hours, and each deliicious bite melts in your mouth.
We do use Facebook, for a number of personal reasons.
Lastly, as you say, Cosmo is replete with such gifted artists.  I always feel so guilty that I can't read and comment on more, but Linda's and my time is very limited.
It is so great to be conversing with you now, my new Poetic Soulmate.

All my love,
Larry xxx

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John Astley

Nice one Larry, I can almost taste it.

J

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Larry Ran

My Dear John,

Thank you so much for your most "tasteful" comment.

Peace and Love,
Larry xxx

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