Munich Security Conference

It's time for the Munich Security Conference. Two years ago, my first experience with this event was seeing 300 green-and-white police cars rushing down Leopoldstrasse towards the city center, and Marty calling me on the phone from work to tell me to stay out of downtown because Rumsfeld was down there. I sure didn't need to be told twice.

There were no security conference riots the two years we lived in Munich, but there were plenty of protests. And it really wasn't a great idea for Americans to be down there, no matter what political leanings they might have had.

No such action in Middletown this weekend. We went out for second breakfast at O'Rourke's Diner yesterday. Boy, does Brian O'Rourke know how to do breakfast right. I highly recommend this breakfast spot to anyone visiting Middletown or within driving distance.

Marty's "babka french toast stuffed with raspberries and served with clotted cream" was tucked away on a distant corner of the 6-page (breakfast) menu, but it was amazing. I had a mushroom and spinach omelet that was absolutely perfect. We sat at the counter again, since the only available table when we got there was right by the door (brrr), and this time I could see right into the kitchen. It's amazing to see the volume of delicious food that comes out of that tiny little space. It's about twice the size of my kitchen, but I'd defy anyone to try to cook half so much in my kitchen. Wow!

I didn't have my camera with me yesterday, but here's a picture of O'Rourke's I found online. Just imagine it with piles of snow surrounding it. (And see some pictures of the wonderful food, here.)