Waking up on a Saturday morning in New York City is a unique feeling.
At home I wake up at 5:10am, even on a Saturday. In New York it’s 9:30 or 10:00.
I usually awaken to chirping birds or meowing cats. In New York it’s banging metal, honking horns, and maid service vacuuming the hallway.
At home I quietly ease into my day. In New York the day hits me with a pulsing energy.
Normally I make a French press or hit Starbuck’s. In New York, well, yeah. We still hit Starbucks.
I usually have a smoothie, oatmeal, or quinoa for breakfast. I’d never dream of starting my day at a greasy diner. But that’s at home. Last Saturday I was in New York City, and I knew that Bloom’s Delicatessen, complete with gluten-free menu, was just around the corner.
We sipped quietly, observed, and listened. We were surrounded by the most beautiful faces and accents from all over the world.
I love watching what other people choose to eat. The best breakfast I saw was a lady’s cheesecake and coffee.
Bold, elegant, and utterly brilliant.
With a gluten-free menu that looked like this, I too needed to make a bold choice.
I chose the French Toast in all of its decadence.
I shouldn’t have looked, but the very first ingredient on the single serving package of maple syrup was syrup.
Not maple syrup.
I shut my eyes, shuddered, and poured it on.
When else was I going to have gluten-free French toast at a deli for breakfast?
The Husband enjoyed his traditional favorites as well.
Gluten-free for me.
After a hearty breakfast like that, we were ready to hit the city streets.
It’s a good thing we had hours to traipse through the city and work up an appetite, because lunch was only a few hours away.
You aren’t going to believe where we ate next.