Two old married folks reminisce:
— Remember Talula?
— Oh, yes. And Joan Crawford too. They were my favorites.
— No, you old fool, I mean the restaurant on 23rd Street that we used to go to.
— Oh, of course. Those Italian kids.
— Frank and Andrea Curto-Randazzo. She was some chef! Wonder what happened to her?
— She went on TV, that's what happened to her.
— No, I mean after that, and after Talula closed.
— That dry-aged rib eye was the best!
— And the local grouper with lemon preserve and gnocchi...
— That was when I still had my teeth.
— Yes, those were the days.
— Remember Sunday brunches on that patio?
— And how the Randazzos brought us a bottle of our favorite wine during our 50th wedding anniversary dinner?
— I'll never forget the time I accidentally dropped that mass of hot mung bean noodles in my lap.
— It was a lovely restaurant, with fine cuisine, but it felt like a neighborhood Italian joint as well.
— I forget: When did Talula close?
— About a year ago.