The Next Morning:
Coffee cake from Gramercy Tavern, enjoyed with an espresso.
One of the best things about going to fancy restaurants is the takeaway breakfast you get at the end of dinner. I’ve had sweet brioche from Daniel, lemony madeleines from Alain Ducasse, nutty granola from Eleven Madison Park, and, from last night’s meal, cinnamon-laced coffee cake from Gramercy Tavern.
The treats are always delicious, but my favorite part about them is the thoughtful implications behind them. Someone has gone out their way to spoil me. They have given thought to what I’m going to have for breakfast in the morning, and they’ve made sure that it will be a meal that is reminiscent of the impressive one I ate the night before. That is hospitality at its best.