During dinner last night, a woman I’d just met announced she was moving to Thailand in four days and wanted to know where to eat her last breakfast in New York. “That depends,” I said. “What do you like to eat for breakfast? Pancakes, eggs, croissants, oatmeal? “ “Eggs,” she answered.
These are the things that keep me up at night. Not the political chaos in the New York Senate or the 59.4 million dollar budget agreed on this Monday. Where can you get the best eggs in the city on any given weekday? If she’d said pancakes, I would’ve sent her to Clinton Street Baking Company or Shopsin’s. But eggs. My first inclination was Friend of a Farmer or Barney Greengrass, but I know there’s much more interesting answer, so I’m posing it to all of you. Do send your suggestions to email@example.com the next 48 hours, so she can have a phenomenal last breakfast.