I didn’t have internet at my apartment until this week, so I was relying on wifi hotspots to do my not work-friendly net surfing. The Health Bar is the most convenient to my place, so there I found myself for two weekend brunches.
Saturday.
I came in, it was crowded, and so I sat down at the only free table, which was designed for four. I felt kind of bad, but well, I was hungry, in email withdrawal, and possibly still drunk from the previous night morning revelry. I ordered coffee “Now.” and an omelet “Soon.” The coffee came out quick and hot, but been-in-the-thermos-an-hour hot, not fresh hot. Close enough, but it comes with milk and I had to ask special for, gasp, real cream. As I’m settling in to the coffee and email, two other people sat down with me at my oversized table, and were friendly, which is a nice change from usual around here.
My omelet – with smoked fontina, portabellas, and turkey sausage – was a bit oily and flavorless (I even specified that yes, I wanted whole, real eggs, not nonfat egg substitute), except for the sausage which was good