The Balthazar

The Balthazar

“I didn’t eat asparagus until I came here.” CBS Sunday Morning, July 20, 2025.

Oh Marcia Claire, where are you?

Way back, I was taking a course that went to NYC to see Broadway shows. Approaching my seat, at the back of the theatre, I actually saw Tom Stoppard, the writer of Arcadia, which we were about to see.

Afterwards, wandering in SoHo, fellow student Marcia Claire and I decided to find the closest bar. (We were the ‘old broads’ of the class) Walking on Spring Street, we just happened to find The Balthazar. Pure chance. Oblivious to its renown. We just liked the look of it. I’ve tried several times to find Marcia Claire online. Now I can’t even remember her last name. I do remember that she had lost her son to an illness. Who could forget that?

Balthazar’s design is intended to resemble a brasserie, with high-backed red leather banquettes, scarred and peeling brass oversize mirrors, high tin ceiling, scuffed tiled floor, faded saffron yellow walls, large windows, and antique lighting.

It must have been early because we were all alone at the bar. I sipped champagne from a clear flute. We enjoyed each other’s stories.

Oh Marcia Claire, where are you?

Picture us here