My husband and I were very sorry to see one of our favorite spots, Deborah, on the growing list of shuttered NYC restaurants. Deborah was a small neighborhood spot in the West Village that served up the best mac and cheese in the city or perhaps anywhere. The heaping bowl of creamy elbow pasta was topped with turkey kielbasa. Divine. I am tearing up a little just thinking about it. The mac and cheese was the reason that we returned to Deborah time after time, but all of the dishes were delightful and reasonably-priced, the patio behind the restaurant was a lovely spot to sit on a summer night, and Deborah’s homemade desserts were the perfect way to end a meal. We will be first in line if Deborah opens a new restaurant. Until then, I will be dreaming of her mac and cheese.