Flea Market Cafe

Saturday, which was showing signs of being the hottest day in NYC over the last 100 years, found us heading to Alphabet City to meet Luswin for brunch at this French cafe. Overlooking Tompkins Square Park, symbolic of the neighborhood's gentrification from it's 1980s heroin chic homeless population, the cafe was happily air-conditioned. It was nearly empty when we arrived, but filled up as the meal progressed.

Luswin ordered the Eggs Florentine, the Boy in the Checkered Shirt had the Eggs Norvegienne, and I enjoyed a fruit and granola bowl with yogurt. All of us shared a pain aux raisins.