My Sassy Appetite

om⋅e⋅let
[om-lit, om-uh-]
–noun
eggs beaten until frothy, often combined with other ingredients, as herbs, chopped ham, cheese, or jelly, and cooked until set.

Hello New York City! We arrived on a redeye, checked into our hotel and it was time for breakfast. Our hotel was in Chelsea on 29th between 8th and 9th, so finding a restaurant should not be too difficult. Then again…the front desk directed us to Bagel Haven just a block and a half walk. We were excited to be walking around the hustle and bustle of New Yorkers on their way to work. The deli atmosphere had us all excited, since we really don’t have many of them in Seattle.

For a deli it was huge in my opinion, lots of tables, and lots of room. What did surprise me was having no idea where to place our order. Did we go to one end of the counter or the other? Did we just take a table and someone would wait on us? We had no idea. As it turned out if we wanted to place an order we could sit and someone would take it, but we were following the crowd and placed our order at the counter ourselves. It was hotter than an oven in the place and when they found out we wanted a table but had ‘placed’ our own order they marched us upstairs to sit. If we thought it was hot downstairs it was worse upstairs.

I ordered a mushroom omelet and JM ordered a Swiss omelet. They asked what kind of toast we wanted. When our breakfasts arrived they were served in little metal trays! What’s with that, I gave up Swanson’s when I was six. And to beat that the toast was cold and wrapped in aluminum foil. This isn’t going to get any better, I just knew it!

My big disappointment was the omelet itself. It was just some beaten eggs and some indescribable mushrooms of an unknown origin, mixed together and folded over like a pancake. I did know they were not from a can, beyond that I was not sure. Anyway, overcooked, dry, rubbery eggs folded! That was it! I peaked between the layers and nothing. I looked at JM and she was also checking her omelet, apparently looking for the cheese. She did have cheese but was concerned when she found mushrooms! Clearly they made one mix of eggs and added cheese. Needless to say we didn’t consume much of our first New York meal.

We also ordered a frozen coffee drink here that they wanted to call a frappaccino. Being from Seattle, the Land of Coffee these guys don’t have a clue about a frappaccino. Who were they trying to kid? Oh and coffee in NYC, that’s going to be another blog post all together. Until our next meal...roux the day!

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