The importance of a good breakfast
Someone, I don't know who, said breakfast is the most important meal of the day. It was my mother, or maybe the American Egg Board. Anyway, I'm beginning to feel it's true, at least when I'm traveling.
I ask for so little. A decent cup of tea with milk and sugar. Some toast. Real butter. But it's hard to find. If you go to a coffee house that has excellent tea service, the best you can usually do is a muffin or croissant, and not always today's croissant. ...
Or I end up at a place like yesterday's Golden Olympic restaurant here in Evanston, which had an off-brand tea bag so bad it took my breath away, and I don't mind tea bag tea. The mug was so ice cold I took it to the ladies room and rinsed it out with hot water. The toasted bagel came with four little rectangles of real butter, true, but it had already been slathered in "buttery spread." And the nearest I can describe the taste of the bagel was like very, very chewy white bread. As I chewed and chewed (it was late and I was hungry), I thought, One way you know you're a foodie is when you think one bad meal will ruin your whole day.
The best breakfast -- as opposed to before-breakfast tea -- I've had here was at Le Peep (pictured), which featured a Lipton's tea bag and toasted rye bread.
I'm ready to be home.