Lots have happened in the last couple of weeks, all good shit. Part of festivities led B and me to The Strip House in NYC. Now, I’m not normally down for throwing my life savings into a meal, but this was necessary. And once the oysters came out, led by truffled mushrooms, parmesan fries and a shared, medium-rare porter house, I knew we made the right choice. Twas doubly fortified when the next day, we turned the leftovers into a steak and egg remix. So friends, next time your out, eating the shteckies, remind yourself that pigging your face out on meat is awesome, but saving a couple bites for your breakfast, tossed with eggs and an added bloody is well worth it.
The Strip House Leftover Breakfast Frittata. Do it.
