Melting in a muggy subway station is not my favorite way to start the day…
…but we were meeting Jennifer and JC for brunch and the L train was the quickest way…
…to connect the dots.
Sidney had recommended dell’Anima as a tried and true place to get eggy entrées, and I always trust my twin.
The kids split a fruit salad…
…scrambled eggs…
…and housemade sausage.
My hubby and I opted for spicier entrees: the Pollo al Diavolo (Devil’s chicken)…
…and the Uovo in Purgatorio (baked eggs in a spicy tomato sauce with pancetta).
Both dishes made my mouth tingle pleasantly from the heat, and I loved the moist breast meat and runny yolks.
After brunch, we wandered around the West Village desperately seeking ways to keep cool. Our first stop was L’Arte del Gelato where my sweaty kids slurped up fruity sorbets…
…that immediately perked them up.
Then, we wandered into the Gourmet Garage to pick up water and kombucha for the grown-ups. My cousin giggled when she heard the Double-Os chanting, “Kom-bu-cha! Kom-bu-cha! Kom-bu-cha!” Yep, I’ve got them brainwashed.
Our only planned activity in the afternoon was a matinee performance of Traces …
…where we gasped and cheered at the remarkable feats of strength and acrobatic skills in an air-conditioned theater.
As soon as the show was over, we cabbed it to Takashi to meet Jennifer and JC again for dinner.
We all stuffed our faces with raw and grilled offal and beef. Check out this post for all the deets.
I can’t wait to eat my way through the city tomorrow.
