Breakfast in New York

A few days ago I was reading an article on-line regarding a young man who was fired from his job at a fast food come glorified sandwich shop for not having ‘ketchup’ for a customers sandwich of roast beef and cheese I believe it was; it was some weird and wonderful concoction.

Obviously a man of very little taste and with none of the palate! ‘Ketchup’ and cheese on roast beef? Why some people come up with this nonsense I’ll never know or understand. Apparently the fast food joint doesn’t use or supply ‘ketchup’ which is fair enough and the customer should have know this and understood this, but no he performed and the young man got fired.

Don’t they have a Union to stop this mistreatment of employees? I imagine the lad was being paid the lowest minimum wage allowable; expected to take abuse and work his insides out and to think himself lucky to have such a great job. Disgusting and degrading.

Anyway, this reminded me of a breakfast I had in New York one Sunday morning in July 2008; as usual I was awake early and decided to slip out quietly away from the rest of the family and have a nice quiet breakfast on my own. Something which I enjoy on a Sunday morning.

I meandered down Park Avenue towards Union Square  and I came upon this little restaurant that seemed well patronized, it must have been around 8 am; I went inside, they had al fresco dining but I prefer to eat inside in summer, living in Australia we have a problem with flies, big ones, blowies, and I prefer not to share my food with them, so as I say I went in and was given a very nice table where I could survey the room and check out the natives.

It seemed to be a fully licensed restaurant and I have no doubt that if I’d have asked for a beer I’d have got one, but it was a bit early in the day even for me. I had barely sat down and surveyed my surroundings before a very pleasant young lady (at my age they’re all young) came to take my order. I knew exactly what I wanted before going in so I asked for two poached eggs on toast, with nice soft yolks and bacon cooked but not crispy and extra toast and marmalade plus a pot of tea, no milk or cream.

Off she trotted with my order so whilst I waited I started to take in my surroundings and the other customers, I was amazed at the strange eating habits of the natives. In the interim my waitress appeared with a coffee pot and poured me a cup, as I recall it was quite delicious.

There was a middle aged couple at a table just to my right.  The amount of food they ordered  was quite enormous and the variety extraordinary; they had plates piled with pancakes and scrambled eggs and who knows what else and they gobbled away, eating  quickly from different plates greediy too busy to talk; their table manners left much to be desired and the way they handled their cutlery was and is indescribable. I was spellbound and mesmerized.

My food arrived and it was just what I’d ordered; it was delicious. The waitress kept my coffee cup filled, she was very polite and cheerful, she’d probably picked me as a “Brit” as the Yanks like to call us, she asked me how my meal was and I told her I’d enjoyed it but let slip that I missed my cup of tea with my toast.

I regret having said this,  straight from my having said this she went from being a happy smiling confident young woman to a nervous worried one, she was full of apologies and I told her not to worry as I’d enjoyed the coffee and it was not important. But she was obviously worried.

Now I think I know why, she was probably worried that I’d complain to the manager and she’d be fired. It seems managers in the US take great delight in firing somebody for the minutest reason from these low paying jobs without a qualm.

You may rest assured that I did not complain the food was excellent as was the service and I showed my appreciation in the accepted manner of the United States.

8 thoughts on “Breakfast in New York

  1. Hi, Brian! Interesting article! I’m just sorry that your experiences of the US have been so negative. Unfortunately, the good news never seems to make the newspapers or on-line news services.

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    1. I didn’t mean to show a negative Lauren, I enjoy every minute I spend in the US, I find the people I meet are very genuine and I have several good friend and acquaintances. I even enjoyed getting arrested by Hawai’i Five 0 when I was there. I’m not sure but I believe I’ve written other posts describing my pleasures in your country.
      There are many aspects of the US way with which I disagree strongly and I hope you don’t take offence when I voice them through this website. I don’t believe in just writing the ‘good stuff’ I try to be unbiased and write what I feel, some of which will I hope give pleasure.
      Thank you for following my posts and commenting, I appreciate and enjoy all comments good or bad. 🙂

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  2. Hi, Brian! Interesting article. I’m sorry that your experiences of America have been so negative. Unfortunately, good news never seems to make it into the newspapers or on-line.

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    1. I didn’t mean to show a negative Lauren, I enjoy every minute I spend in the US, I find the people I meet are very genuine and I have several good friend and acquaintances. I even enjoyed getting arrested by Hawai’i Five 0 when I was there. I’m not sure but I believe I’ve written other posts describing my pleasures in your country.
      There are many aspects of the US way with which I disagree strongly and I hope you don’t take offence when I voice them through this website. I don’t believe in just writing the ‘good stuff’ I try to be unbiased and write what I feel, some of which will I hope give pleasure.
      Thank you for following my posts and commenting, I appreciate and enjoy all comments good or bad. 🙂

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  3. Yes, the more I learn about U.S, working conditions, the more I am astonished at the conditions which American workers accept, seemingly without complaint – poor wages, unfair dismissal, no maternal/paternal leave, 2 weeks annual leave, little long service leave to mention a few. It seems to me slavery still exists in that country. The workers have to pay their taxes, while the rich can get away with paying little or no tax. I don’t know why they call it “the Land of the free”.

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    1. Thanks for the comments Neill, I think the average American worker would disbelieve the working conditions enjoyed in Australia. You may be interested in reading and following a man in San Francisco, I made a few comments on some of his posts and he invited me to write a few ‘Guest Posts’ on his website. He is very articulate and think he would have go on very well with Gough.

      The name of his website should be invitation enough for you, read what he says and write comments on his site he will appreciate what you have to say. You’re more with it than I when it comes down to the nitty gritty of politics

      http://classwarinamerica.wordpress.com/

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