On our Friday in New York, my father-in-law sat with Nora. He had to work, and she could be protected from extra cold outside. Paul, his mom, and I tootled around the City. At lunch, Gerald and Nora went to the Red Flame for an egg salad sandwich. Sunday morning, he took us back for breakfast and a number of people remembered Nora. Even her name! Now of course I can talk about how great and special my kid is, but in a restaurant that always looked very busy when we passed going to our hotel, and had a long waiting line on Sunday morning at 0930, I'm very impressed with the staff who clearly pays that much attention to remember the name of a customer and even the last time they saw her.

Naturally the omelets are huge. They are a little less fluffy compared to Charlie's Frog Pond, but I loved their vegetarian selection of ingredients. We had one spinach and feta and two tomato, avocado, and mushroom (the California) at our table. They came with shredded potatoes or grits (creamy grits, mmm) and toast. Paul had me order a Belgian waffle with strawberries and whipped cream. I asked for the whipped cream on the side. So they put it around the sides of the waffle. Amusing. At least it was easy to scrape off and share. The berries were certainly good for the season, and I thought my waffle was nice and light.