So, just what is unavailable in the otherwise very decent culinary offerings of The Duke City?

Fourteen kinds of oysters on the half-shell, plus clams just for variety.  Bountiful spread courtesy of Neptune Oyster in the North End of Boston.

Today I received a text message informing me that the creator of the Egg McMuffin has died.

I’ve written before about the masterpiece of flavor combinations that is the breakfast of choice for road warriors everywhere. It went on and on for 35 years after its creation, and will satisfy so many millions more in the next generation. I certainly wouldn’t eat one every day or even every week, but they are neither too heavy nor too greasy to pass up from time to time. There are far worse things on the grocery shelves and restaurant menus that could be eaten, so choose the Egg McMuffin and have a (relatively) healthy breakfast.

Before I arrived at work, in a half-hearted attempt at a memoriam I purchased a sack of the juicy, salty breakfast treats to bring to my coworkers, and we munched in equal amounts sorrow and gustatory joy.

. . . having many shots (of course), contemplating what to do with my last 10 hours in Manhattan

. . . which is also the waiting area for a small off-off Broadway theater, and the whole place is full of older wizened theater goers all in line for The Seagull.

Bizarre.

Surreal.

Fuckin’ killer Ethiopian espresso pulls.  Now I go to Strand Bookstore, and then Max Brenner for paper and chocolate fixes, respectively.

http://www.everymanespresso.com/

Well, let’s just say that I am not eating both tacos and BBQ here in the Duke City.  I know we have both, but right now I’m spending a quick weekend over in the big city of Austin for SXSW to see a bunch of films.

When I return the gossip will once again fly….  don’t worry.