In Sickness and in Health

Sigh, see how happy I look there.  Little did I know what was to come.

After a nice Christmas and a Happy New Year I was finally getting back to the normal routine. The gals and I went for brunch at the Citizen a week ago Sunday.  The brunch there is fantastic, even heavenly and it's the kind of place where the owner/chef is sitting in the restaurant whooping it up with his friends on a slow Sunday.  It is also the kind of place that, when we mention to the server that it is my cat Leonard Cohen's birthday, will then play Leonard Cohen as a tribute.  

I could wax poetic about the food but just trust me that it is simple yet complex and reasonably priced.  You should go for no reason that it has survived the dreaded "Restaurant Makeover Curse" which speaks volumes.  So get thyself there.

While what happened next did not eclipse the lovely brunch it has certainly put a damper on my ability to write a food blog the last week or so.  What happened was norovirus, and while in person I am more than happy to relate its ugly tale, I feel it might be a little tactless to write about it in published form.

So last week was spent not really eating.  But when I did eat this is what I was treated to courtesy of Mr. Tristan Homer:

  

While there is no recipe, I figure it is the ingredients that count.

Coming up next: recipes reviewed from the book Eat, Shrink and Be Merry, my latest acquisition.