Those of you who follow me on Instagram or are friends with me on Facebook may have already seen me mention that, out of all the days in all the eight trips to New York I’ve taken in the past six years, yesterday was the best the best the most perfect the best the all-joyful-all-the-time best best day I’ve ever had in New York, and it was spent with my darlingheart Heidi and her magnificent husband Ben.
Full details of the day will come (let’s be honest; I still have travel posts from the beginning of May to write up), but I couldn’t resist telling you about one particular highlight of the day. It’s the part I didn’t secret-tell on either of the aforementioned forms of social media.
It’s something I never expected to do, the experience I didn’t even consider wanting when I first read about it, the trashy mctrashster epitomical-lowbrow-yet-glorious American lunch/breakfast/snack that, halfway through biking a thousand blocks along the Hudson River with Heidi and Ben, I suddenly knew in my heart of hearts I had to eat.
Dunkin Donuts’ New Glazed Donut Breakfast Sandwich. Bacon and a pepper fried egg.
I totally hit that. And because I had Heidi’s and Ben’s full (and gleeful, if not participatory…ful) support, we made a video capturing the inaugural taste moment.
Here’s the really strange part: it actually wasn’t all that bad.
No, really. I’m someone who has disliked — even hated — the smell of bacon for at least a decade, usually only wants eggs if they’re poached, and has no interest in donuts in and of themselves. Yet I ate the entire glazed donut bacon egg sandwich in no more than two Manhattan blocks, and found it neither too sweet nor entirely horrific. It was warm, sweet-salty, squooshy but firm, hilarious, ridiculous, and entirely wonderful as part of a moment and a day I will always remember having experienced with Heidi and Ben. What more could a girl ask for, really?