Teresa's East Village location closed after 22 years of business on May, 31. I was unaware of its closing until I found out today. And saddest of all, I never had a chance to say goodbye. So consider this my goodbye to a dear friend:
_On the Death of a Beloved Restaurant_
I kept calling
But there was no answer
On September 12, 2001 the streets were closed, but you were open
Even during the transit strike, you served me
But no longer
No more of your soup, no orders of pierogis to take out
The chicken stew lunch special is unavailable
The luxuriant babka French toast, past
For all the times you delivered a quart of chicken soup like my father’s,
The times I read a newspaper in your living room,
All the people I met between your walls,
The sentimental painting of Warsaw,
And the time when you spilled water on my pants, too –
All are but a memory
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