An Unexpected Manhattan Walkabout, Part 2

I couldn't even finish all the bacon.
It was that kind of breakfast.

I'm writing this post late tonight. I tried writing it in advance last night, but I was too zombiefied after being up since 3:20am or so.

Yet, as awful as it is to rise a couple of hours before sunrise (and less than five hours after going to bed), it was still a breeze compared to when I was dealing with my kids when they were infants.

It was a plus that when I returned home at around 3pm, I also didn't have to deal with infants.

So, I'll continue my tales of walking around the city while Dad was having his routine and successful mitral-valve surgery.

By the time I returned to Mount Sinai from my initial walk, my legs were burning from the approximately 1.5 miles (thank you, MapMyRun) and the fact that I was wearing a very loaded backpack (probably about 15 pounds based on my crude measuring methods).

So I sat in the family waiting room wondering whether I would go back to Barking Dog once it opened at 8am, and I realized that I would have to eventually eat something. Plus, it would be my last chance to enjoy this kind of meal until I don't know when.

(And yes, this is where my life is, where the highlight of my year is having the best breakfast I can find.)