Just down the street from the house I’m in is Crema cafe, Dunkin’ Doughnuts, and Au Bon Pain, but rather than that I defrosted half a bagel from Ess-A-Bagel, toasted it, and spread salted Amish butter and Hero strawberry jam on it. A hot cup of coffee from Porto Rico, we’re all set.
I could have driven to the wonderful Swiss bakery, but is 20 minutes r/t in a car worth it so early in the morning?
Later today the choices abound: Should I get pizza from Armando’s, Otto, Just Crust, Pinocchio, or Iggy’s? Or falafel? Or a burger from one of the many farm-to-table restaurants in town?
I wonder: Same farm? One farm is supplying all these tables?
But, no, I will defrost half a bagel from Ess-A-Bagel and spread Italian tuna on it.
Tonight: Fried rabbit? Pork belly? Burgers?
Or: Pasta from Eataly with tomato sauce?