Our last day in New York, so we needed setting up for the long day ahead. We had spotted this a few days earlier and decided, given that the rain (the only rain we had all week) had put paid to our notion of boating in Central Park we would treat ourselves to a leisurely breakfast.

Rue 57 is just a few blocks from Central Park in Mid-town Manhattan (I am getting the hang of this, of you see), and a short walk from our hotel. Executive Chef, Rich Robson has brought a bit of Asian influence to traditional European dishes and then thrown in a large dose of American. The thing about American Breakfasts I have found, is this – they are huge. Even American, French, Asian ones, are huge.

Daughter tried to go light with a Smoked Salmon, cream cheese and tomato Bagel, she’s a growing lass and she loved it, but couldn’t finish it. I went with gloriously indulgent Eggs Florentine with Bacon, Spinach and Shitake mushrooms. It was so huge I only managed a third of it, I tried to persuade Husband to finish it off but the excessive amount of spinach (and there was a lot) was a little too earthy for him first thing, and the Shitake were a bit cold by this point.

It was also the case that he had gone native and chosen the Blueberry Pancakes with Blueberry Compot, and so there was little chance of him having any space. I tried these and have got to say, I preferred his choice, but then, I am a bit of a pancake addict. Rue 57 is not cheap, but it does have unlimited coffee, is close to Central Park, is in Mid-Town Manhattan, and the portion sizes are enough to keep you going for a week. I need to get back to a bowl of cornflakes breakfast before I can no longer fit in any of my clothes.