Breakfast Special

Dear Diary:

I went to a restaurant in the theater district I had never been to before. I saw that the menu, oddly, lacked the customary breakfast and brunch dishes I prefer: no omelets, no cereal.

Wondering what to do, my eyes strolled to the bottom of the page. Under “Sweets,” I discovered this item: crepes filled with chèvre, covered in powdered sugar and drenched with blueberries in syrup.

Somewhat indulgent for 11 a.m., but the prospect of getting up and leaving seemed inconvenient and embarrassing. I took the leap.

The verdict? Not bad. After the busboy had cleared the table, the waiter returned.

“Care to order dessert?” he said.

— Don Hauptman