Moving Day! Man I would rather take one to the Cods with a Louisville Slugger than do this. But we have already given the new place on 37th St some money and the movers are inbound in 2 about hours Let’s Do It!
So in 5 years we have moved 3 times. Crap there are people I know who haven’t moved 3 times in 50 years. If there is a good thing about moving intra New York is that a tiny part of it breaks off and becomes a part of you. My former DSM of mine was amazed how many New Yorkers I knew in the short time we lived here. I mean its no secret that we are friendly people, and friendly people gravitate to the same.
What sucks that with us moving back to Manhattan is that we won’t see some friends that we have met since living here on Schermerhorn and Nevins. Let me explain.
You have all heard of the normal cast of characters, Asian Fireman, Mr. 3 First Names, Lady Barrister, ect but when we lived in the UES we met a wonderful soul named BikinisareForever. She was the purveyor of spirits for us and we became friends. When we moved to Brooklyn we would make it a point to go see her from time to time. At Christmas she went to a new bar and we were making plans to go see her again then March 13th happened. During this Pandemic we really have kind of bonded with Bikinis. She is now Reader #22 of this worthless dribble and since we are now both on the west side we are planning a social distancing trip to the park.
So Meet Stephanie. She is the owner of Wright & Goebel Wine and Spirits and a great person. She always loves it when I bring in Maya to get abused and skidded across the concrete floor to her. As expected she is top notch at making wine selections because we all know Geranium isn’t a fan of butter chardonnays. She has an evolving selection so she teaches me something each time I come in. Actually a lot of the time it was “I am cooking this and she would say.” “You drink this.”
Stephanie was always asking when Geranium was going to be in town, you could tell she cared about the both of us. She also was always leaning her head out the door saying hello when we walked by. Lately during all of this we have really connected and when things clear up, we are having a drink together.
So (and I just realized there is a vicious pattern forming) now meet Brendan who owns The Commissioner. We first met him with the Murphranks as they found this bar and loved it and we were still living in the UES. What was remarkable is that Brendan can remember people’s names from the first go round. Sure enough when we came in to look at apartments we got Lady Lawyer to meet us here and damned if he didn’t remember our names.
Took my mother when she was in town 2 years ago for some dinner and sure enough he remembered my name and was as hospitable as ever. For those of you wondering The Commissioner is modeled after Whisky Tavern in Chinatown (Think Bardog but without the smoke) and its a great place.
But what makes The Commissioner a place where you want to visit is that Brendan and the staff make you feel like family. From little kids in the neighborhood to the NFL diehard fans we all got along. People make the establishment and Brendan gets that and that’s why we are going to miss our regular Sunday visits. But we will be back.
Thankfully both Stephanie and Brendan’s businesses are still going in this crazy times but I make it a point to frequent them because well, they are both are good damn people.
Yep, like I said Stephanie and Brendan, it’ not good bye. It’s Till Next Time. Thank you both for making Brooklyn a better place and for being good friends to Geranium and I. Ok and Maya too!