![]() Some people tried to order grits to go from Miss Muffet but mainly that was just a stop to reconnoiter for further adventures I was halfway tempted to take the kids to go have breakfast at Miss Muffet this morning, and I'm sure some less frigid Sunday morning I will. For instance, one of our first stops was at 79th, where Miss Muffet appears to pack them in for hearty old school breakfast and one of the best neon signs in the city, while just steps away Nicky's Hamburgers and Custard no longer serves custard but seems to leave Miss Muffet's overflow crowd just as happy with an equally fine diner breakfast. My first comment is that I regard the Westernathon as in many ways a scouting trip for further exploration (in part because the weather precluded a lot of casual strolling around- we pretty much just drove to high points once it started drizzling). The Westernathon was a highly interesting event which I suspect will have inspired a lot of diverse reactions (not least because not everyone did exactly the same thing all the way through). Okay, I didn't race to post after 12 hours of 'Hounding either, but hopefully this partial report will spur some others over the next couple of days.
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