The Cosmopolitan review
Yvonne Delaney Mitchell | 8/8/2013, 9:43 a.m. | Updated on 8/8/2013, 9:43 a.m.
While I highly recommend the Boulevard Bistro, let us not forget the tried and true Settepani. After having breakfast at the Boulevard and going out on more than a few errands, I returned to Harlem for lunch. Amidst the pouring rain, I noticed from the car that the awnings of Settepani were set up such that the tables underneath were shielded from the rain. “How perfect,” I thought and quickly found a parking space so I could sit outside and enjoy the summer rain without getting drenched. I enjoyed the most delicious tuna on a bed of mixed greens with slices of mango and avocado, drizzled with the house dressing. It was accompanied by generous portions of Settepani’s homemade bread. The house wine was very much to my liking, and the service was très bon.
You will remember that a few columns ago, I spoke about being the perfect summer guest. But how about being the perfect summer host? It’s very nice that you’ve invited your favorite folks to spend a few days at your place during the summer vacation, but that is not enough. Once your guests arrive, you are obligated to ensure that they have a good time, at least to the best of your ability. I understand we can’t all be like Russell Simmons and have a spare Volkswagen in the driveway for your guest to drive around town at their leisure, but there are other things you can do.
Begin by making sure there is something to snack on when they arrive, because everyone, no matter what time it is, will be famished. Their room should be clean, with a working lamp and space for them to lie out their things. It’s OK if you don’t have an empty drawer or even a closet as long as they can have some privacy to spread their things out. I am not an air conditioner person, and it is fine with me if the room doesn’t have one, but please allow the windows to open; some of us like the fresh air, even in the summertime.
Try to be gracious, and don’t get an attitude if they do something you don’t like. By all means, don’t stop speaking to your guest. Unless you have set a definite time when they are to go, don’t rush them out the door unless, of course, they’ve been totally obnoxious. Try to remember the reason why you invited them in the first place and have a good time.
This week’s sighting: New York City Comptroller John Lui eating smothered chicken, grits and a biscuit at the 51st anniversary Community Breakfast, hosted annually by Sylvia’s Restaurant (127th Street at Lenox Avenue), with DJ Ness Digital spinning.
Speaking of which, the Sylvia and Herbert Woods Scholarship Gala will take place on Oct. 25.
Another sighting included Regent Adelaide Sanford at the home of Susan Taylor for the annual Isis Sisters meeting, of which 50 young Isis members attended.
All the talk these days is how Beyoncé will be giving the concerts of a lifetime, performing back-to-back in Atlantic City, N.J., and the Barclays Center in Brooklyn. As I relaxed over the weekend and listened to my killer playlist, it occurred to me that I have three selections by Beyoncé: “Crazy in Love,” “Ave Maria” and “Summertime,” an oldie she sings with Diddy. Heavens! Does this mean I really like Beyoncé after all? Gee, now I’m confused.
Until next week … kisses