Day 37 of the T-90 Project:

The morning after one of the most insane days/nights in New York I’ve ever had — I drank from 8 a.m. until 12 a.m. essentially — my parents texted me at 8:30 a.m.:

“We are going to bibby’s at 1030. Join us?”

%$#^@&!

I almost dropped my phone. I knew my dad meant Bubby’s because I’d recommended it to him a couple of days before. My parents had a couple visiting them from their days living in Tokyo. They raged Saturday night (hopping from *Keens to **Gascogne to ***Billy’s Gay 90s) and were meeting for breakfast.

It took me all of three seconds to write back, “I’ll see u there!”

“Outstanding.”

I invited my future roommate in Los Angeles along because she happened to be staying at our apartment that weekend for LarchmontLass’ 30th birthday and even more surprisingly she was awake. I figured my parents would love to meet her since I’d be living with her in a new strange city.

Bubby’s was everything I remembered it to be. The biscuits were warm and crumbly, the service was outgoing and friendly and everyone was pleased with their entrees. The out-of-towners couldn’t stop saying how much they loved the place and how happy they were that I brought them. Whew!

The only downer was I couldn’t wait to get their bloody Marys and on Sunday they can’t serve alcohol until noon. It was a huge bummer, and my mom and I contemplated sitting around and ordering two rounds of breakfast so we could actually try them, but it didn’t work out.

I regretted not saving room for the rhubarb-strawberry pie floating in a dream cloud in the revolving display case as we left. So, like throwing a penny in the Trevi Fountain in Rome, this just means I’ll have to get back one more time before I go.

*Keens is my favorite steakhouse in the city. Go there. Now.

**Gascogne is an adorable French bistro in Chelsea. Highly recommend it.

***Billy’s Gay Nineties is a piano bar that, if your parents come to visit and like a good time, you should seriously consider taking them here. You won’t regret it.