This is a “hit and run” blog entry, limited by a necessity to be somewhere else, and also by the hostess eyeballing my booth as I languish in it nursing a steady stream of Diet Cokes in between blowing my nose. Yes, I still have that miserable cold.
I’m at the Tic Toc diner at the corner of Eight and West 34th Streets, a bit of an institution among Westminster dog show regulars needing breakfast comfort food. The conversation around me is a blend of thick ‘New Yawk’ accents and out-of-towners discussing their dogs’ prospects come Monday. The weather, a big topic outside of my own bubble, never materialized to be the monster here in the city that it became for people north of here. It was certainly miserable here as it blew in: wet, windy, bitter and sloppy. For anyone with a cold, say, me, it wasn’t a good time to be outside, but I needed soup and since there wasn’t a mom around to bring it to me, I had to go find it. I struck gold at The Stout where I found a cozy booth next to a fireplace and spooned hot Roasted Tomato Soup down my throat.
The dog show will go on, and come Sunday night, I’ll be “going dark” until I come home next week. Before then, let’s see if I can’t get some more delicious pictures of the delicious, nutty, interesting and wonderful atmosphere leading up to Westminster.