For years I didn't eat breakfast. It was a bad habit that started as a teenager with nasty allergies that often left me feeling icky in the morning. And continued into adulthood. As the decades started to add up, I increasingly need to eat something in the morning, to kick start the metabolism. The allergies are mostly a thing of the past (to some extent a result of living with year around climate control.)
Most mornings breakfast is toast at the desk in my bedroom. When I travel, I love to go out to breakfast. On the ground floor of The Hotel Chicago is a restaurant named Yolk, specializing in breakfast. Oh my, how good. I slipped in the side door from the hotel lobby, bypassing the line at the front door. I was seated at the bar overlooking the kitchen. A seat at the bar is a fun option when I am traveling alone, frequently there is no wait at the bar, and I get a nice show with my meal. I had Pot-roast Eggs Benedict. It was perfect. And the expediter knows how to wear a pair of jeans.
Would you let him handle your huevos?
PS - I took a detailed look at their menu...OMB, so many good choices! could I try one of everything to bring the expediter to my table multiple times? wonder what the front view looks like? yeah, the dirty old lady, that's me!Delete
Maybe. And sausage.ReplyDelete
Naughty, naughty, Mitchell :)Delete
I love breakfasts, for they are associated with leisure time and/or being on holiday.ReplyDelete
I like my heavos over easy.
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