I crossed #15 off my to do list recently: I dined at Peter Luger.
Sometimes iconic experiences don’t live up to the hype but Peter Luger absolutely did. I loved it.
The restaurant is from another time. It was established in 1887 but is aging quite well.
There are gleaming brass light fixtures throughout, wood paneling and in a little booth, a purple haired cashier (I’m pretty sure her hair isn’t purple out of trendiness). The servers, all men from what I can tell, are no-nonsense. Not brusque, but efficient.
It’s the third time the neurologist has said the list aloud, asking me to repeat the words back to him. I get three words right the first two times and on the third, I remember four of the five.
‘Wagon’ eludes me. It isn’t on the tip of my tongue. I am not close to spitting out the word. I feel as if I am blindfolded in the woods, grasping in all directions for some sense of where I am. I couldn’t even guess what letter that fifth word starts with.
I can feel my brain contracting, pulsing and squeezing like a muscle as I try to jump through the cognitive hoops the medical and psychological professionals present to me.
On the forth round, I hit “sandwich” and then pause. It’s a long pause. I somehow find ‘wagon.’ None of the visualization techniques or mnemonics I would normally use to remember things are working. Instead, I find wagon because I suddenly heard in my head the somewhat awkward way the doctor said the clunky word.
I have been eager to feature an ErinSharoni update for some time now. After all, she was one of the first to say yes to being in the Twitter Spotlight.
Erin now lives in beautiful Miami and has lots of updates to share.
1) Apparently everyone’s slept on the fact that I’ve been DJing since long before I was on TV and certainly long before Aoki began throwing cakes on people or anyone made more than a grand per gig. If I were to date myself, I might even say… since 1999. With real vinyl. Still have my Technics 1200s at home.