Katz's Deli

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.