with Locke-Uber, Durgin Park, Jake Wirth���s and the Ritz
Hotel restaurant, all in Boston, Le Veau d���Or comprises
my earliest memories of dining out. I dined there when
I first moved to New York, when I began my company
and each time I sought good French food and good
company.
In the mid-1960s when I visited Paris, several of the bistros still resembled Le Veau d���Or. They had not yet become parodies of themselves. Many were clearly environments that Kertesz, Brassai and the other great
street photographers of that groundbreaking era of urban photography would have known well. Suitably, in
pride of place, there are photographs of a similar genre
at the restaurant.
HYLAND
