After I've been away for a while, I like to reconnect with the city. Wander around Rittenhouse, shop, pick up produce at Sue's, browse DiBruno's, maybe stop in a bookstore. These days always begin on a weekend, at the Marathon Grill at 16th and Sansom. I grab a window seat and watch the world go by. Over eggs benedict.
I try to take the New York Times crossword puzzle, kindly delivered to me ahead of schedule on Saturdays. I always dream up wonderfully productive plans for my day and realize mostly none of those plans, aside from walking around Rittenhouse Square. Marathon has been there for me through thick and thin, predating my arrival in Philadelphia. When I worked at the Big Law Firm, I knew the menu by heart - lunch and dinner, of course. I knew the phone numbers, our account numbers; it was a staple. But brunch was always all mine, devoid of work.