Letter From New York: My Lunch with Bud
Friday, October 11th, 2002Walking along Bedford Street in Greenwich Village, Calvin Trillin marks his territory and his time here by pointing out former food landmarks. Here was a bakery, there was a butcher shop. Over there, a wonderful small café. Jokingly, I remind him of what this neighborhood really needs: a Winstead’s.
I first met “Bud” Trillin - the man who once wrote, “The greatest restaurants in the world are, of course, in Kansas City; not all of them, just the top four or five” - about three years ago. I had sent him a letter explaining that I was a young writer new to New York, and mentioning a mildly convoluted connection we shared through a cousin. But the magic words seemed to be “Kansas City.” He immediately wrote back and we met, as we have about once a year since, for lunch. (more…)