Bergdorfs has always been part of my weekend routine. I grew up on 57th Street so I would always stop in there with at least one of my sisters and mom, to run any errands, get our hair done at John Barrett, or just go to BG restaurant for lunch or high tea.
When I was younger, the menu at the restaurant scared me. It was filled with things like leafy greens and chicken curry salad and, to be safe, I always stuck to the same order: a plate of deviled eggs and a Shirley Temple. As years passed the restaurant moved to a new and improved spot on the 7th floor, overlooking Central Park. And as the restaurant space changed, so did I. More and more, I began to relish in the sumptuousness of items like Maine lobster bisque and jumbo lump crab sandwiches on brioche rolls–offerings that are equally as decadent as the Chanel bags or Manolos a few floors below.
Now, at the end of a work day, I sometimes meet my mom at BG Restaurant for some us time. We’ll sit back in BG’s opulent blue, cocoon-like thrones sipping glasses of rosé and reflecting on life, and I will be reminded of the real reason why BG Restaurant is so special to me.
For me, The Bergdorf Goodman Cookbook offers a set of memory-invoking recipes that I will cherish for years to come.