Sometimes you just want some morning comfort. Sometimes that comfort needs to be a very short distance from your house to scratch the itch that is local tasty. For me, on this particular itch, it’s Troost for a croissant egg sandwich. Sadly, BK’s was the first meal I enjoyed an egg sandwich with a croissant in place of bread. Pardon me, I mean, Croissan’wich. Never-the-less, I discovered the joy of a buttery, flaky, layered softness replacement for the ubiquitous Long Island kaiser roll. That moment has kept my eyes peeled for the uncommon croissant-roll replacement. I’ve found magic in many places. Penelope’s Penny Egg Sandwich to name one.
I digress. Back to comfort. A short walk down Manhattan avenue the orange facade of Troost beckons me in to its dimly lit, sleepy mahogany decor. The half awake barista bungles my order. I manage to take my over filled coffee cup to the quiet and dark booth in the back and await the arrival of my sando. The first bite is a perfect blend of yolk, buttery pastry, crisp baby arugula and molten cheddar. A sip of joe completes the moment and we repeat. We repeat until all that goodness is stored away in my tummy and I’ve drifted into a reverie about the day ahead of me. Ya know what? I think you’ll know where you can find me tomorrow morning. Happy Saturday morning to y’all.
1011 Manhattan Ave.