After scoring cronuts on Monday morning, we went the savory route for breakfast on Tuesday. It was the beginning of a downward weather spiral with grey skies and drizzle, and we set off early on the #6 train to get a head start on the hoards I was sure would be lining up outside Katz's.
No hoards, but the food was plentiful. Ian and I split a Reuben and bowl of matzoh ball soup, and Sophie had latkes and a chocolate egg cream. Hearty and filling, yes. The best I've ever had? No, and not by a long shot for the Reuben. That award goes to DGS deli in Dupont Circle. In my humble, non-Jewish, non-New Yorker opinion, this sandwich should be grilled. We didn't even finish the matzoh ball--it didn't live up to the ones at the Parkway Deli in Silver Spring. Maybe there is a reason it wasn't crowded.
Walking back to the subway we stumbled on this beautiful thing on the side of a random building. A goofy interlude before our trip to the 9-11 Memorial site, which was somber and grey and emotionally draining.
