Little did I know when I snapped this photo that I was actually taking a mug shot of an evil culprit who would do me harm.
Mind you, it did taste marvelous. Who could resist an omelette made by your truly, filled with buttery triple-creme Fromage d'Affinois, slices of roasted red pepper, fresh thyme and crunchy morsels of pancetta?
And at first it was yummy. The perfect brunch. The combination of the soft eggs, oozing cheese, sweet peppers, crispy pork and fragrant thyme was irresistable. Then, the pancetta's crunch became too much. Way too much. Was that a bit of bone I was biting into?
OH MY GOD! It was part of a tooth. My tooth!
I freaked for a minute. Then I realized something: My teeth didn't hurt. Then I remembered something: I'd had the filling in that tooth replaced not that long ago. All that work on it had probably loosened its resolve.
Harumph! I called the dentist and sure enough he said I'd be fine. Quite fine. Already scheduled for a fix on Monday morning. But until then, his sage advice was to eat on the other side of my mouth - and to keep brushing.
Done and done.
But what was I to do now? Was I going to let a partially broken tooth ruin my Saturday afternoon? Heck, no! I put on something fabulous and headed out the door into the sunshine (then promptly went out of it to go below ground for the subway heading to Union Square). I spent the afternoon shopping with friends - bargaining down the price on a gorgeous black scarf at the holiday marketplace and buying myself a pair of leather boots at DSW.
Then my friends wanted to stop for a "little something." What to do? I got over myself quickly enough and led us all to Cedar Tavern. Apparently I led us there not a moment too soon. The Village landmark was about to shut its doors for 6 months while real estate developers build a multi-story condo above the bar.
Downing a cup of coffee with Frangelico, I was feeling even less pain then before. Should I continue on? Heck, yes!
And so we did. We wove our way through quaint Greenwich Village gift shops and then hit Soho like a force. At this point, my resolve was firm - but my wallet was light, so I kept to window shopping as we hunted and pecked for handbags, jewelry and alike.
Then my friends wanted to stop for a "little something" once again. It was dinner time. Would I slink off and head home to down a bowl of oatmeal? Gosh, no! I joined the gals at the posh Barolo for a smile-enducing meal of steak tartare with slices of black truffle and penne in a creamy tomato sauce with vodka, guanciale and salmon roe. A glass of Barbera completed the picture.
All in all - a great day.
Still, I'm looking forward to having my tooth repaired tomorrow.
But I won't wait for tomorrow to get out and about. Today still awaits. So, I'm off...