I show up at work anywhere between 8:30 and 9:30 in the morning. Unless it's one of the 10 days a year I'm feeling ambitious enough to haul my bike out of the basement and ride in, I take the subway to work. Door to door: 30 minutes on average.
I have driven to work twice. Once it took 15 minutes. Once it took 45 minutes. I don't like driving to work because it limits the amount of incidental and potentially creepy eye contact I can make with strangers.
I do not drink coffee. I'm an anxious man during the work week so even a good macchiato (my go-to coffee drink) does not sit well. Instead, I save the coffee for weekends and vacations and drink some sort of low-octane green tea during the week. Word is it will make me live to be 120 years old. I am counting on it.
In general, I'm not big on breakfast unless I'm doing some sort of manual labor or exercise later that morning. I think that's why I love Italy: a bit of coffee and maybe a crappy cornetto and I'm done 'til lunch. At home, it's usually one soft-boiled egg on toast (if I have the time) in the summer. Or one small bowl of oatmeal (not the instant kind) with a touch of maple syrup and walnuts. I'm a creature of breakfast habit as many people are, so it doesn't vary much. That said, flannel hash with two sunny side up eggs is possibly the best breakfast dish of all time.
