Mercer Kitchen happens to be in our hotel ... which is a really fun thing for a foodie like me. I give you breakfast, slices of french toast with roasted peaches.
After taking my time people watching and eating every last bite of those delicious two slices of breakfast (and figuring out nobody in New York believes in a free refill) I explored down a few levels and saw the basement kitchen I've been reading about for so long.
We are off to the Museum. It isn't a dry heat.