Eating Lobster Tails at Gage & Tollner

And I grew up in Louisville, KY, where *the* place was Cunningham's. With a mosaic tile floor (black & white with cracks), an enormous fumed oak bar (with the the specials of the days up in white wash in the mirror behind the bar), with walls absolutely covered frame to frame with signed photographs of senators and stripper queens, with stained glass beer window from before the days of neon signs (Louisville had lots of Germans and thus lots of local beers...which alas did not survive until the craft beer revival...when they would have been again appreciated), with old black waiters (short stout men like fireplugs) and the young black assistants (tall beanpoles), with Porterhouse steaks covered with a quarter-inch of mushrooms and butter, wonderful French Fries...the dinner complete: $2.50 in '64.
My grandparents lunched there...it had been there since 1870; it burned to the ground in 2001.
You could get served under age. I am now over age

I too have a fond memory of eating there. With a favorite uncle who spared no expense when it came to eating out. I'll always remember the time we went there.

Simply lovely

Christmas eve early dinner before midnight mass. Broiled clam bellies that were and are still to die for. What memories.

Thinking of similar events with my family. Made me cry.

Sorry Claire, that beautiful restaurant is now a fast food joint. Save your memories, sometimes they are all that's left

Remembrances of Things Past. What a lovely memory to have, thank you for sharing it.

Lots of old, lovely places gone: Also Lundy's, where my grandfather opened clams behind the bar; and Tappan's, filled with white-haired waiters distantly related; Michel's on Flatbush, near Grand Army Plaza, where Brooklynites had their golden-anniversary fetes.

And before catching a movie at one of the four grand movie houses on Flatbush, the Rivoli Restaurant.

When Brooklyn was quieter, elegant.