Bistro, Golden Calf, Home, Manhattan, New York, Robert Treboux, Thursday, Wine color
He died last Thursday, Robert Treboux, the owner of a classic NY restaurant: It’s called Le Veau d’Or, the Golden Calf -one of Manhattan’s first Bistro’s. It was not a Destination Dining spot, you went there for dependably excellent cooking, when you didn’t need to dress up or be part of a Trendy crowd. Steve Gordon and I went in there one night, and sat down beside a tiny lady in her eighties at the adjoining table. “Hi,” I said to her, being friendly, “we’re your in-flight companions for this meal.” “Oh, isn’t this just the most wonderful place?” she replied. “I always have such good food here.” “What did you have tonight?” I inquired. “Let’s see,” she said, “I had the veal ragout, with those wonderful little carrot batons -no, wait -it seems to me maybe I had the sole meuniere with the garlic mashed potatoes. I was thinking of the kidneys in red wine, but you know, organ meats aren’t good for you -too much cholesterol.” She paused a moment, considering. “Sometimes I have the bass en croute, but I don’t think I had it tonight, because I’m in the mood for a red wine…” The waiter approached: “Alors, Madame, “he said to her, “are you ready to order?”
Good one. That’ll be all of us in a few years:-)
Lawrence Schulman said:
I was there last year with a friend, and thoroughly enjoyed the food and the room. It was real bistrot cooking, and the room was a haven from the New York noise. Its very lack of pretension was what I enjoyed, and I intend to go back next time I am in the city.