ce7576.jpgAs just about everyone knows, we frequent the C.E. in East Hyde Park every Sunday. We nod to the regulars, say hello to the crew whilst preparing my bucket (see earlier entry). But this Sunday was different. Maybe because Laura was there, maybe because we met some friendly Swedes, or maybe because of the cold – but I finally got the breakfast burrito. Normally we get there too late, and many of the big breakfast items are gone, save the waffles. Now I know people think I’m getting carried away over some egg, cheese, and potato goodness, but when it’s served at my favorite place with my favorite people, I’m bound to get excited.