We drove through a neighborhood of gracious houses with deep lawns, where the for-sale signs were from Sotheby's, and parked by a steep cliff.
It was exactly as I had hoped: tin-roofed bungalows with names like Waverley and Rosedene sitting in deep lawns fringed with scarlet canna lilies and pots of marigolds.
His quip endures because so much of historic Saratoga is still intact: along Union Avenue, with its grand Victorian houses and their wraparound porches fronting deep lawns, and on Broadway, the town's well-preserved main street that still evokes a late 19th century spa resort.
It's a landmark little changed since the 19th century, with oaks and sycamores shading a deep green lawn, a perfect starting point for sightseeing and museum hopping on walkable streets where ivy and the workaday city intertwine.
Mr. Cappabianca, a father of four, loves the street, with its deep, plush lawns and charming older homes, but relishes the sense of community even more.
Especially breathtaking are the thick, deep green lawns, the dust bowls of a few years ago, that cost millions of dollars to restore and now look as luxurious as Aubusson carpets.
"There we are" — his great arse pressed on the tabletop; the cast-iron legs sunk deep into the lawn — "I don't believe in standing and eating".
Its wandering main street is a hundred and fifty feet wide and lined with picket fences, weathered elms and maples, and comfortable old houses in deep and shadowy lawns.
In Fairfield, which runs along the banks of the Passaic, water from the river was more than three feet deep in some lawns, rising at a pace that caught even longtime residents in this flood-prone area by surprise.
It was the sort of place that had baize green croquet lawns, deep porches that seemed miles long, a tidily lettered sign at the foot of a drive making clear to interlopers its exclusionary nature.
