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I possess a Florida driver’s license–I lived there from 1990 (when we moved to Boca Raton from Oceanside, New York) to 1997 (when I graduated high school and left for college)–but I do not possess a favorite Florida restaurant. My parents certainly have theirs: steakhouses, both (New York Prime, Prime 112). Yet, on a recent…
“Don’t write anything bad about New York Prime,” my mother warns. “I’m serious, Adam. Don’t.”New York Prime is my parents haunt; it is their Cheers, their Casablanca. We go there every time I come home and we are treated like royalty.”Mrs. Roberts!””Dr. Roberts!”The entire room shifts with excitement. New York Prime is a scene, and…
Today the Roberts Family decided to get fit, choosing sensible foods and exercise in lieu of heavy and rich concoctions.We drove down to Bal Harbor in Miami—a scenic trip that provided the following views:The back of my mom’s head:Pretty water:Once we got there it was exercise, exercise, exercise! We immediately stepped into Gucci for heavy…
Yes, I have arrived safely and soundly in South Florida; my plane touching ground at 2 pm, and my parents arriving at the airport slightly late, but–in their defense–the plane landed early.One brief note about Airtran. For the money you save, Airtran is worth the small discrepancies: the shopworn flight attendants, the buslike wear-and-tear of…