Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Chain of love



When I visit NYC or Los Angeles I always have to get to Le Pain Quotidien.  Yes.  It is a chain.  But hell, if I can enjoy a Waffle House, I can certainly find joy at Le Pain Quotidien.

Before I continue, I need to share something with you, dear reader.  I suppose you might call it full disclosure.  I no longer eat gluten.  How trendy and boring is that?  Suffice to say it seems to have become necessary and it has demoralized some of my breakfast love.  But I need to qualify that statement.  My passionate love of breakfast has not been quelled.  I simply could not figure out how one might go about blogging breakfast without the joys of waffles, bagels or toast.  However.  I have actually had some pleasurable and joyous breakfast moments, and I have decided that they are worth sharing with you here.

Le Pain Quotidien.  Sanded heavy wood tables.  Substantial flatware.  Classic white dishware.  Linen napkins.  Perfect soft boiled eggs.  And, pictured here, quinoa salad.  This was gorgeousness.

And hot coffee.

I am not currently drinking coffee, either!  I think perhaps a post that is devoted to my grief over coffeelessness is in order.

But, yes.  Le Pain Quotidien.  Not a paid advertisement.