Radio Host Leonard Lopate Skips Lunch But Enjoys Bone Marrow in the Evening
Thursday, December 7
I had a hunk of bakery white bread, a fried egg, and coffee grinded from a combination of French Roast from Starbucks and beans from the new Fairway in Brooklyn.
I don't eat lunch. I'm on the air from noon to two. We have pretzels. Today I had some kind of health bar.
Wednesday, December 6
I had a piece of baguette with butter and sugarless jam that I bought in Berlin in October.
I was running to see Dreamgirls, so I picked up a Cuban sandwich at a place on Chambers Street. I ate in the subway.
Tuesday, December 5
The baguette, only this time I had cheddar and some Emmenthaler.
That night, I went with a friend to a nice Greek place, Molyvos. I had sweetbreads and Greek osso buco with the bone and the marrow and orzo. We had two wines: some Greek grape — reserve — and then a Barolo. The chef came by so we had a baklava ice-cream sundae and some Greekified crème brûlée.
Monday, December 4
That night I went to Cipriani 23 because I was a table host for a 92nd Street Y event. The main course was trout; I guess because there were a lot of Jews there, they didn't do a meat course. They had raspberries with whipped cream and individual chocolate soufflés. I probably took about two bites of that.
Sunday, December 3
On weekends I make a big mug of coffee instead of a regular cup. And I bought a baguette: Pâtisserie Colson, a Belgian dessert place, has very fine baguettes, almost as good as Europe.
There was some rotisserie chicken that one of the kids had. He only eats white meat, so I pulled some of the dark meat off.
Saturday, December 2
I had gotten bagels from the Bagel Hole on Seventh Avenue; some people think it's the best in New York. I had whitefish salad with an onion bagel.
That night we went to Little D Eatery. I started off with a regular green salad. The Berkshire pork chop is made with a little more fat than they do these days. I usually order things that nobody else in the house would eat — sweetbreads, for example. Who makes osso buco at home? Actually, my ex-wife did …
— As told to Daniel Maurer