Reason number one to live in a big city: You can get whatever you want to eat at any hour of any day within four blocks of walking. I give you the Cosmic Cafe on 52nd Street, which managed to satisfy both Jeff's long, long quest for a gyro and feta omelet (hence his particularly contented expression) and my much shorter quest for corned beef hash. And it did so at eleven pm on a Sunday. Considering that Santa Barbara has been unable to fulfill us in this regard at any time in the last four years, we are even happier than usual to be here with the New York Niehauses. (Or Niehomes, or Nehi, given your personal preference for plurality.)
We find the New York Nehi doing quite well in their fair city. Expect adorable pictures in the coming days.