I wound up right on Anna & Michael's corner at the Purity Diner. It's a diner. It's in Park Slope, so the food cost a couple of bucks too much, but it's a diner.
I ordered a Egg White Vegetable Omelet with dry Rye Toast and well-done Home Fried Potatoes.
What can I say? It didn't kill me, and it was probably the most health-conscious thing that I ate (except for the Strawberries) in three days. Michael disapproves of Purity, too. I would avoid this diner before I would stop going to Smiling Pizza, but it was Breakfast.
Later, I get to JFK early and I am wandering around the concourse, Not Eating Anything Bad. I was doing well, and then I ran into a section with four or five different upscale restaurants. They were real restaurants, with interesting menus. Except they were in the airport.
I went into the Italian one and ordered the Chicken Cacciatore.
This was a half Chicken on the bone, topped with diced Tomatoes and Vegetables. Not your classic Chicken Cacciatore, but it looked good, and it was a zillion times better for me than the junk at most of the places in the airport. And, it was good. I wouldn't fly to New York just to eat there, but it was good.
I slept through whatever they were giving away on the airplane.
I wasn't hungry when I got home, and the next thing I knew, it was 11:00. So that's it for Sunday.
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