From our Verse Responder, Leon Freilich. He sometimes writes in prose:

I enjoyed Brookita’s elegy for much-missed Snooky’s.

Its
trademark waiter, Bambi, may have come from Bali, but he couldn’t have
been more of a mock-grouch Jewish waiter, always commenting on
customers’ food choices and appearance. His Staten Island wife and
their daughter may well have been the influence there. My wife and I
always made sure to sit at his station.

We hope he’s doing
well.  On his 25th anniversary at Snooky’s we took photos of Bambi
seated, for once, at a table behind a commemorative cake. 

We
also have video footage of the upstairs party room.  Our son had his
bar mitzvah fete there. Snooky’s catering people were wonderfully
exuberant and helpful. Unfortunately rewinding the tape recently in a
Radio Shack rewinder resulted in an unfamiliar clicking sound.  The
machine had, in returning too forcefully to the beginning, unspooled
the tape. When I took the now-unplayable tape back to the Seventh Ave.
shop, the entire Shack staff pitched in with a collective shrug.

Anybody know where I can resuscitate the dormant footage of my son’s party and Snooky’s Upstairs?