A Select Few

The first restaurant I ever went to as a young professional, navigating New York City, was Cafe Select. An absolutely charmed, new-wave, Après Ski on a busy SOHO street, with the absolute best playlist. My order is Eggs over Rösti - The age old pairing of fried potatoes and the golden goo of two poached eggs. Often, to sandwich each bite with further natural fat, I ask for avocado on the side - and desperately, at times, some bacon in case the night before was well lived. They know to bring Cholula to the table, because breakfast food is the one thing you can bastardize without offending the chef.

At “Select” I have nursed hangovers, and friends through breakups; Sipped mulled wine near Christmas, and celebrated milestone birthdays. I have kissed an Australian at the bar, a Columbian in a booth, cried into my Rosti, and had some of my bravest career breakthroughs there. It has been my cornerstone in a new town. This meal is my favorite ritual, and if I am ever feeling lost - I know, at the very least, where to get eggs.