June 1, 2014 | Palm Springs, CA

Breakfast once again at Sherman’s Deli. Smoked salmon, capers, potatoes latke, tomato juice, coffee. Crispy BLT on gluten-free toast (OK, blame Dr. Perlmutter and his stats!) w/acovado. Also Borscht, cucumbers, cole slaw, tomato juice, coffee. Love the little misters working at the eaves of the al fresco awnings on Tahquitz Canyon Rd. They cheat the arid air with moist waves of cool relief.
This evening visited Melvyn’s on the recommendation of a staff member here in Palm Springs Hilton. Paul, definitely a “foodie,” stopped by the pool here today, and reviewed restaurant ideas. He looked at the long list and quickly checked them off as yeses or nos. “I’m going to throw you a curb ball now,” he said. The restaurant he’d conjured was Melvyn’s, a 60s era “throwback” (damn, has it been a half century already?) place which many celebs frequented. “This is going to be old-school,” said Paul,” and it certainly was. Every waiter was my age or older. The maitre’d looked looked like Steven Allen (told him how comforted I felt during dinner by this fact, and he appreciatively cracked up). All staff wore tuxes. Piano bar with singer. Definitely old school.












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