And then–I’m not quite sure how–Brooke Shields’ mother was in the kitchen of the restaurant in Spanish Harlem, dancing on the stove. The music was playing loudly, the cooks and kitchen help were staring in amazement, as was I. Brooke…
And then–I’m not quite sure how–Brooke Shields’ mother was in the kitchen of the restaurant in Spanish Harlem, dancing on the stove. The music was playing loudly, the cooks and kitchen help were staring in amazement, as was I. Brooke…