I love New York delis. Need a magazine? A bouquet of flowers? Lip balm? Breakfast? You've come to the right place.
I had read about a hip espresso bar with a cult following in the East Village where we are staying. As a true sucker for urban hot spots, I had to check it out. Their Lil' eggy breakfast sandwich seemed enticing from reviews, but when I got there, I learned the egg was boiled, not fried or scrambled. Even classy toppings like pesto and grilled red peppers couldn't make up for its diminutive size (and augmented price).
Appreciating its hip factor, but needing something to sink my teeth into, I walked into the deli on the corner and ordered an egg sandwich with Swiss, sausage, tomato, and lettuce on a whole wheat bagel. I watched the cook crack two eggs on the griddle and lovingly stack my requested ingredients. The thing was so filling it ended up being my breakfast and lunch sandwich.
A breakfast sandwich made to order. The corner deli is my idea of a hot spot.