A Personal Geography of a New York City Breakfast
The night is fading as my preferred time to be awake in the city. The morning has that new feeling of home, both because of age (thirty in three months, how'd I grow up this fast?) as well as the fact that I'm one of the many who work in lower manhattan, repeating those morning rituals on city blocks with strangers.
There is a real promise in breakfast that I’m beginning to love, from preparing it at home to indulging in a deli sandwich in the park. As I get older, I’m struck about how the city is here for everyone at different points of their lives, at different times of day even, with all our cumulative experiences defining the same place but often never converging. New York might be a place for the night revelers always (I hope so) but the morning is a quiet, other side to the city, a slice of the day that can we enjoyed liked nothing else.
My personal breakfast geography begins with a simple breakfast at home,usually. What is better than your apartment, that sanctuary against the city, with the ritual of making a meal and brewing coffee? My kitchen breakfast is toast and coffee eaten with the radio on either in the kitchen standing up (less time) or in the living room, on the couch with a book. The weekend is reserved for to crepes (Brian) pancakes (me), or eggs with arugula and toast (both of us.) During the week, I only make it through one cup of my french press, knowing that by Saturday I'll be able to drink the entire pot.
I drink coffee all over the city, from everywhere. I mean it. I drink coffee from the deli that I can only purchase in quarters pilfered from bedside jean pockets to fancy cups lingered over in coffee shops on my route to work or as a reason for a walk on a Sunday afternoon. While I drink a cup high and low I don't have a favorite New York City coffee shop, I think the ability to find it everywhere is the most charming. Lately I particularly like to splurge on a cortado from Toby's Estate, with the hidden Strand in the back, since it's near to my office and makes me feel a little bit like Aziz Ansari.
On my way to work, if i’m feeling lucky, I'll indulge with an everything bagel, not toasted because they’re fresh in the morning. I take mine every time with veggie cream cheese.There are so many bagels and I’m terrible at the game of best-of but I’m a standard girl with Terrace Bagels and Murray’s bagels because they cross paths with my life. If not a bagel, it's two eggs and cheese with bacon on a roll from whatever deli crosses my path. Currently my deli is called 666 deli! What an omen, I think.
Many days are just bananas from the fruit sellers, an unexpected joy of living in New York City. When you can get fresh fruit all over, such a regular street companion, I tend to stop noticing how frequent fruit sellers are. The local fruit man by work always promises me he's giving me the only good deal on blueberries and bananas in town. I think he might tell that to every customer, but a girl can dream.
There is much to be had in the quick, fancy breakfast, too. The pursuit of a perfect chocolate croissant keeps me eying pastry counters, popping into coffee shops to see what they've got. All bets are off if they've got a a chocolate almond croissant. I've recently discovered though that the pretzel croissants at City Bakery are an amazing savory morning twist on the sweet croissant tradition.
On a weekend morning, especially in the summer, I love to split a Breads Bakery babka in Union Square with Brian. Actually, everything at Breads Bakery is out of this world indulgent.
But really, is New York the capital of brunch? If I'm being honest, I like to skip out on brunch. I'll take a diner truck stop special over most brunches unless it's Miriam in Park Slope because nothing convinces me like Mediterranean meets middle eastern food to stop and eat saucy eggs. In our corner of the city in Ditmas Park Brooklyn, I’m less a fan of brunch (too much waiting) than a good coffee shop breakfast. Our local stop is Quathra on the charming strip of Cortelyou, where you can linger with coffee and a plate from their breakfast menu without the rush and crowds of brunch. There back garden is perfect for summer. I'm a waffles or spicy eggs girl there too.
Anyway, I'm here for breakfast. I like to trace my way around the city in mornings.