In the shadow of the unthinkable in Boston, explosions in West, Texas, avalanches in Colorado and another devastating earthquake in China, my own disaster last week seems minor. But I was shocked to get an email from Keith McNally questioning my twittering of rumors that my much-loved Balthazar might close. "Say it isn't so Keith," I'd tweeted.
Sure enough, he responded. "Where on earth did you come up with this story about Balthazar closing? Did you really want to spread panic amongst my staff? Much easier (and more sensible), surely, to check with me before publishing something untrue."
I love that he closed his shout of annoyance with a friendly sign off, "Apart from that, I hope all's well. All The Best, Keith." He was in the new London Balthazar, about to start the dinner service, he noted.
McNally did confirm that Pastis would close next January "for nine months," so that the owners of 9 Ninth Avenue could add three floors. "I'll be moving back around September," he said.
So that's it, the rumor and the denial. Twitter is a treacherous swamp. It's not good at all for my morals to have so many followers. They were 162,000 a few minutes ago.
Keith promised I'd still be able to get a last minute table at Balthazar or Minetta Tavern. Another weakness I should confess. I call a special number for my favorite table. I usually order the everyday burger and pommes Anna.
After my retwittering, Keith even sent love. As those of you who read these lines closely already know. I am especially needy these days. Even long distance love helps.