Another New York mainstay for me at this point, from all the way back in 2019. I cannot resist the lure of the Buvette waffle sandwich, so much so that a) I am eating this all together too close to lunchtime for my own good, and b) I am dragging Alasdair along to really the only place this holiday where he really cannot have anything to eat. I am willing to burn that much goodwill for it. Two beautifully crisp but fluffy waffles, sandwiching bacon, gruyere, a fried egg, and maple syrup. An absolute smorgasboard of flavour profiles that mingle beautifully. I am and remain obsessed. Maybe one day I’ll come back and actually be sat at a table rather than the bar, but it’s all fun.