My Sundays have recently been falling into a bit of a pattern. The alcohol thats still in my system, wakes me up at the ungodly hour of 9 a.m. I go out to the living room to recollect my actions of Saturday, with my room mate James. It always calls for coffee.
My neighborhood doesn’t have too many sit down restaurant options. Its fine because I could eat at the only one we do have pretty much everyday if I had the choice.
Northeast Kingdom is dimly lit and looks like a lodge in Vermont. The coffee is good. The food is decently priced. Their waiting area plays Looney Toons by a fireplace. The servers are always somehow familiar and comforting. And best of all, its pretty much right downstairs from me.
James and I go there almost every Sunday. Sometimes its just us staring at the bar in silence, and sometimes we take our out of town visitors to show them that although our neighborhood still looks pretty sketchy, we have the redeeming factor of a classy looking place like Northeast!
This Sunday was a bit of treat since our other room mate, Naomi, was around. Along with an old friend of James’ from Texas. Speaking of treats, I find it interesting to add in the fact that Naomi had taken a couple of special cookies before we headed down for breakfast.
I decided to document it because Naomi is moving out shortly, and although all three of us are friends, we’ve never all gone out for a meal before.
So this was the first and last room mate brunch in this chapter of my life.
I’m a pretty bad New Yorker. I’ve been out of town for the beginning of every September since “nine eleven”, up until this year. Every year, people spend September 11th telling you for the 20th time exactly where they were in 2001, while a part of my favorite city crumbled. (Yeah. I get it you’re morning rituals were affected that day. ugh!)
Shoplifting in a Ghost Town 
