On the eve of Hillary Clinton’s race-ending speech, I mention another thing that made me happy this week.
As some of you know, I enjoy going to brunch with friends. There’s not much to dislike about brunch. And for the most part, people are fairly agreeable to brunch when I invite them.
This week, I was in New York City for the Games for Change conference, which was held at Parsons The New School. Jim was due to give a keynote with Henry there but Henry got sick and couldn’t come, so Eric Zimmerman stepped in. Liveliness ensued. Oh, and Sandra Day O’Connor was there to announce the Our Courts project that Jim is spearheading. I’m excited to get to work on that next year. Very cool.
But the best part of the week was the French toast I had at 202 Cafe in Chelsea. I am now totally convinced I’ve found the best French toast ever, or at least in the Northeastern United States. According to New York Magazine (thanks for the tip, yo), the folks at 202 soak this bread overnight. I just can’t get over the fact that they top it with bacon. It’s perfection. Seriously. Per FEC tion. Go. Eat. Now. I mean, seriously. Bacon.