Labor Day Breakfast

This morning we debated whether to go to a diner near our apartment or else venture farther afield for Labor Day breakfast. After some lengthy deliberation and negotiation (surely more than was called for on the simple topic of where to eat breakfast — luckily Michael Pollan came along and clearly identified this for us as a unique feature of the human condition, if not a pathological defect), we decided to hop into a cab for a quick ride over to Les Halles. We seem to be on the verge of becoming regulars there at this point, but this is the first we've been for breakfast.

This being a holiday, we went all out and splurged on Eggs Benedict and Steak and Eggs. Very satisfying, but of course after eating I was quickly reminded why we don't eat like this every day, as my heart strained to pump the cholesterol through my system.