Saturday started with a traditional English-style breakfast (unbeknownst to Joe, who cooked the meal), which consists of scrambled eggs with baked beans and hot sauce, and sourdough toast. Then a trip to Yaffa for brunch with Sandra, Rui-Bing, and some of her friends.
Entering a heavy food coma, we made our way to the Brooklyn Brewery for a "tour," which ended up being a twenty-minute speech/presentation about how beer helped one man cope with witnessing the murder of two friends and the decapitation of another. The whole point of suffering through this was the assumption that we would be given free beer. Not so. Not so at all.
Consoling ourselves at a local coffee shop over Irish coffee, I declared the day, Serious Conversation Saturday, a national holiday. Everyone participated and we even got a lecture on the hypocrisy of discussing gentrification. Yippee!
We parted ways, and Joe and I headed to the new 2nd Avenue Deli for what might be considered a kind of Bar-Mitzvah: Joe's first ever bowl of matzo ball soup! He loved it. I believe mazel tov's are in order.
Along with matzo ball soup, we gulped down hot pastrami sandwiches, a plate of pickles, coleslaw, and Dr. Brown's cream soda. We will never go hungry.
L'Chaim!
