Brian Gerard Archer

I will miss my friend. He hired me, first job out of college. Always had my back and was a true gentleman. Put a good word in for me buddy Love Tim Reilly

Brian was more than just a neighbor; he was a friend who became family. From the very first moments we met, his warmth and genuine kindness made an indelible impression. One of the joys of our friendship was our shared love of cooking. We often found ourselves chatting about recipes and kitchen tips, and every St. Patrick´s Day, Brian would bring us fresh, homemade Irish soda bread-a delicious tradition we looked forward to year after year. He also had an encyclopedic knowledge of the best...

I met Brian at a neighborhood get-together nine years ago. He saw me talking and moving my hands and came over to ask, "Where in New York are you from?" What followed was two hours of conversation about all the things we missed about New York. Funny enough, at the top of the list were Sabrett hot dogs. The next morning, around 11 a.m., he knocked on my door with a package of Sabretts and a bottle of Sabrett onion sauce. A friendship was cemented right then and there. I could go on about all...