Monday, July 29, 2013
We were in NYC for the weekend and had a great time. I walked 35,000 steps on Sat including an hour walk in Central Park and a great morning at Brooklyn Bridge Park (i couldn't get my husband to do the FREE kayaking- the East River was a little choppy).
We had lunch at an Israeli Hummus and Falafel shop. Different and yummy.
We went to "Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike" - a really funny play with David Hyde Pierce and Sigourney Weaver. After, we ended up at a bar with a Irish bartender who loves the same cars my husband does (VWs and Porsches). I offended him by asking about baby Prince George. Oops.
Sunday my husband wanted to go to The Brooklyn Diner. It was a little pricey and huge portions-- only choice was 3 eggs- not 2. I finally decided on the French Toast which came with whipped cream AND syrup. As I drank my 3rd water of the day and some coffee, wondering how to put this in the tracker, the restaurant caught on fire. I'm not kidding. It was just an electrical fire in the kitchen and they were open again 2 hours later but we had to leave. We got FREE coffee (score!) and went to a different diner where I had a sensible 2 scrambled eggs and wheat toast.
So far, I've been in the following when they caught fire: house, dorm, theater, hotel, plane, and now 2 restaurants. But it's not me-- I promise.
I just figure the universe did not want me to be tempted by that breakfast.