Spring is late in coming to New York. Outside, people are waiting for the first day of sunshine. Ignazio Cipriani is eagerly awaiting the coming months, too; something new is about to happen in his life. Some things remain unchanged over the passing of time, whilst others change in the blink of an eye. Perhaps it’s because he is only thirty, but every time he has lunch at Harry’s Bar in Central Park he feels like a kid again.
It’s like he’s back pretending to make dough in the kitchens of the original Harry’s Bar, the first of the dynasty opened by his great-grandfather in Venice in 1931.
Time seems to have stood still there.
His grandfather still works there to this day, and each summer Ignazio returns to Italy to pay him a visit. There, he finds him behind the counter, and imagines watching him chat to legendary regulars such as Ernest Hemingway or Truman Capote.
“Seaport District, right?” the driver asks. The brothers nod. From Central Park, they head south, crossing half of Manhattan to reach their destination. They only moved from Milan to New York a few years ago, but everything is already so familiar.
Whatever street the driver takes, they pass something that carries their name and their Italian touch – whether it’s the Midtown offices, Cipriani Dolci at Grand Terminal, the Grano restaurant, or the grandiose ballrooms located in historical Downtown buildings, and on Broadway and Wall Street.
“We learned everything we know about work from our family,” Maggio says. “Right. Family, work, friends, there is no contradiction, and no contraindication, either. Some friends don’t want to work with their friends. But I have to trust the people I work with; who can I trust more than a friend?” “What a question! Your brother, of course!”