New York City breakfast scene is mid
Summary
A straphanger mourns the death of NYC's classic breakfast scene, arguing that diners are "getting extinct by the day" and New Yorkers are stuck choosing between deli sandwiches or hundred-dollar salmon carpaccio brunches. He wants blueberry pancakes, eggs, sausage, and syrup. A big boy breakfast. Kareem agrees but pushes back on the total doom and gloom, shouting out Baby Blues Lunch and Net for "innovating with breakfast" using halloumi cheese. The conversation veers into the rider's signature sandwich at Anthony and Sons: pastrami with Swiss cheese, caramelized onions, a potato croquette on garlic bread with hot honey and mustard. Kareem tries to claim it as their shared sandwich. The rider refuses. They argue about breakfast bars, bacon egg and cheese bagels, and whether eating one softboiled egg as a grown man is acceptable.
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So, what's your take? New York City breakfast scene is mid.
100% agree. I would say it's worse than mid. It's underwhelming at the least.
It doesn't exist anymore. You didn't ask for my explanation yet, but I'm going to explain it because you already agreed. I feel like which is rare. This mother never agrees.
But listen, all the diners is gone. They getting extinct by the day. You know what I'm saying? I feel like the choice is now either you going to the deli to get a deli sandwich or you paying like $100 for a salmon carpaccio for brunch. You know what I'm saying? Like I want a stack of blueberry pancakes. I want some eggs. I want some sausage on a plate with syrup all over it.
Yeah. You want some home fries. You want a big boy breakfast.
I want a big homestyle breakfast. Say, I want a big boy breakfast.
I want a big boy breakfast. That's what I want. You know what I'm saying? Give this man a big boy breakfast.
New Yorkers, we're always on the go. So I feel like we started to neglect breakfast. You know what happened? They introduced bars.
I don't want a mimosa. I want a stack of pancakes. No, not that kind of bar. Like a little bar. Like bars for breakfast.
What bars though? Like a protein bar.
Like a Clif Bar. Yeah. Don't tell me you eat a Clif Bar.
No, definitely not. But listen, I feel like we're we're resting on the laurels of bacon, egg, and cheese and bagels, bro. I know. I agree. Like, we own the bagel. We own the bacon, egg, and cheese.
It's time to expand. This is true. But can I give a shout out to Baby Blues Lunch and Net? They're really good.
100% agree. Great breakfast.
And they're innovating. Halloumi cheese.
They're innovating with breakfast. I'm not surprised that you're a regular. Are you a regular there? Would you say?
I would say I'm a regular there. Yeah. So, do you eat breakfast? What do you do? I feel like you're like a fruit guy. You like walk out, grab a banana or something.
That's a little rude, pal. Is that rude?
Yes, it's a little rude. I do a little mess at the crib. One softboiled egg, one couple pieces of cheese. You're a grown man. Eating one egg is not acceptable, bro.
It's a mess platter. Yo, I feel like you're a hot honey guy, right?
No. Come on.
You're not from New York, though, right? Bro, relax.
I like hot honey. I actually got a sandwich at Anthony and Sons and there's hot honey on there. They have a you have an—
Yes, it's the Lord's Go, bro. Don't— I'm upset, bro. I always wanted a sandwich.
I'll beat you to a sandwich before you. Don't worry. We can I'll get you a sandwich over there. We can talk about it. All right. You want to hear what my sandwich is, though? No. Pastrami with Swiss cheese, caramelized onions, a potato croquette on a garlic bread with hot honey, I think. Oh, and mustard and deli mustard. I feel like now it got to be our sandwich.
No, no, no, no, no, no. We're doing this. You already have a sandwich, bro. I want another one.
No, no, no. I want another one. Someone got this guy a sandwich. This is my signature sandwich.
White bread craft single white bread. What? Are you in jail?