Brooklyn

First, you order coffee:

Seconds after you order your meal, this arrives:

Along with this:

And this, too:

Just trying it all out, not even eating all of it, and it’s like, “I’m full.” But then the dish you ordered arrives (chicken pot pie for breakfast? Uh, Hell Yeah!), and you’re damn well going to make room for it:

And this, too. You KNEW you when you ordered, before all the pickles and bread and beets arrived, that you weren’t going to have room for this no matter what, but there was no way you could pass up a side of Potato Salad.

Not only that, but you’re going to help yourself to your tablemate’s steak fries that towered over her grilled-cheese sandwich.

Where is the picture of the cheesecake? Whimped out. Failure, I know. But if at first you don’t succeed… You know the drill. Of course we’ll be back. It’s a tradition!