On happiness (and Totonno’s)

There’s a sad piece in today’s Times on Totonno’s struggle to deal with the wrath of Sandy. It makes Pete Wells’s plea to eat out in lower Manhattan seem pitiable by comparison.

It also makes me regret I hadn’t written my thoughts on the place right after I went, as I did with Jimmy’s Famous Heros, whose plight is briefly discussed in the article.

You might recall that time I got to hang out on the field at MCU Park, home of the Brooklyn Cyclones. I failed to mention that Michael insisted we celebrate the successful race at a small storefront on Neptune Avenue. I intended to write something, but never got around to it.

The hands at left belong to Steve Lastoe, mastermind of NYCRUNS.

We were seated immediately. I think we got onions and garlic on our pizza, but my memory is fuzzy. (I know there weren’t any mushrooms, because Steve hates mushrooms.) I’m pretty sure I named it the best pizza I’d ever had. Definitely better than Grimaldi’s.

Maybe there’s a lesson to be learned here. Or maybe not. To paraphrase a favorite quote of John McCardell, former president of my alma mater: “One may not always remember exactly why one was happy, but there’s no doubting that one was.”

It was definitely a happy day.

Hat tip to Helen for sending me the article, and to this site for providing something similar to the quote (although I can’t find the Auden reference).

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3 Responses to On happiness (and Totonno’s)

  1. Steve says:

    It’s true, I hate mushrooms. A lot.

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