Fork in the Road was at Avery Fisher Hall last night for the James Beard Awards and their boozy, overfed aftermath. Gin and caviar were dispensed freely in the press room, where journalists played dress-up and award winners pressed flesh, grinned amid the flashbulbs, and basked in adulation. The ceremony was but a three-hour warm-up for the gala that followed, where meticulously coiffed attendees bum-rushed long tables crowded with diminutive portions of expensive food, guzzled vast quantities of alcohol, and reveled in an atmosphere that most likely resembled that directly preceding the fall of the Roman empire. Click through for photos of the evening, or what we remember of it.
Before Roe, terminating a pregnancy meant confronting a nightmare of quacks and butchers, knitting needles and wire coat hangers. The exceptions were people like Dr. X, “the stars of the underground abortion circuit.”