Cheesecake for Breakfast
Today marked the official end of the Global Scavenger Hunt, and everyone's last morning in New York City. And what do NYC people do on Sundays other than enjoy brunch?
Mark and I met up with my dear (Greek) friend, Nikitas, and ate brunch at a cute place called Thalia's, right near Port Authority (I had a bus to catch). Mimosas were included with all entrees, and because Nik loves me, he let me pick two meals that I wanted so we could share them.
And, for once, it was not my idea to order dessert! But I won't argue if someone wants to order dessert after breakfast. I was thinking another round of lemon ricotta pancakes or some nutella french toast, but the waitress brought a full-on dessert menu, complete with single malt whiskeys and molten lava cake.
Nikitas and Mark both wanted cheesecake, so we went with cheesecake.
Cheesecakes are generally not my thing, but this was a delightful cap to the meal. I'd show you a picture except that I don't have a phone, and I thought it was best to not steal Mark's phone after he kindly leant it to me for the last week of our trip. I will say it was the company and the ideals of a relaxed brunch that woo'd me over more than any one thing we ate.
I can, however, promise what the REAL joyful moment of the day is going to be, and it's going to happen in T-minus 10 minutes: the first moment I lay my head down on my own pillow on my own bed after 23 days of being away.
THAT will be bliss, and so I must leave you now.
Good night from happy Providence, Rhode Island!