The Taqueria at La Esquina has added eggs and a breakfast burrito to the menu from 8-11:30AM.

La Esquina

106 Kenmare Street

(646) 613-7100

A tomato sandwich might not seem thrilling, even to a tomato lover during tomato season. It sounds incomplete -- and possibly soggy. But in Bed-Stuy, where Lisa Bayer created the "summer tomato sandwich" just two months ago at her cafe, Tiny Cup, people already seem to be addicted. And for good reason. Thick-ish slices of ripe local yellow and red heirloom tomatoes plus tarragon mayonnaise (we like ours on toasted 7-grain bread) is an insanely delicious and surprisingly filling combination. The house salad has a simple, refreshing red-wine vinaigrette, chick peas, and sunflower and sesame seeds, and it all comes to $3.50. That's a real, real good one. (Also, for breakfast, the egg and fontina panino, for $2.50, is killer.)

Tiny Cup

279 Nostrand Avenue

(718) 399-9200

Zaytoons, beloved by taker-outers and "pitza" fans, is opening its third location sometime soon ("late summer"). It will join the ever-spiffying Vanderbilt Avenue (at Saint Marks) in Prospect Heights and will have what looks like a spacious garden in back. The first location is on Smith Street and opened in 1998. The second is on Myrtle Avenue in Fort Greene.

Zaytoons

594 Vanderbilt Avenue

(718) 230-3200

Just a small issue we'd like to raise for the ladies out there. Ever since restrooms went (largely) unisex, has anyone else been getting hit on in line for the crapper? Isn't it a little unsexy? Some guy asks you a million random questions, then you pee, then you hold the door open for him? Why don't we just leave it open and be married. And then divorced.

Our trusty Fort Greene tipster just informed us that Johannes Sanzin, of Maggie Brown, Pequeña, etc., has lost the Bodegas space (that restaurant, on Fulton Street in Fort Greene, has been empty for over a year). Apparently, the chef had something planned, but last week, the current manager of Chez Oskar signed a lease. We'll keep you posted...

Yesterday, I was quite taken aback at the sight of my beloved Russ & Daughters stripped of its iconic neon sign. A call to the very dapper Josh Tupper, (whose business card simply reads: "Fourth Generation") was reassuring. The sign, shown below, was quite rusted and is being refurbished. The same lettering and colors will be back in about two weeks. The store is already getting emails from concerned customers, but it's all gonna be OK, people. Your salmon is safe.

Russ & Daughters

179 East Houston Street

(212) 475-4880

Last night, finally, we got to experience the return of Rocco DiSpirito to Reality TV as he appeared as a guest-judge on Top Chef. The show is no stranger to product placement, and neither is Rocco (remember the American Express-laden scenes on The Restaurant?). Now he's pushing Bertolli frozen pasta dinners, which the "cheftestants" had to recreate for the elimination challenge.

We found this episode extremely frustrating because almost no one listened to the overt clues that they should freeze each ingredient separately. We hate people. People are so stupid. In the end, Joey went home in a puddle of tears, and we rewound to watch his breakdown twice. Reality TV brings out our ugly side.

Then today we talked to Rocco (our former boss). Here are some highlights of our chat, which was decidedly less fun than it should have been, because Bravo insisted on having a PR chaperone on the line too. A friend of ours wanted us to ask him if each part of his face was frozen separately, but we wimped out on that joke. Sorry.

So, how was it, watching yourself last night? Well, I was watching with my mom, so I could hardly hear anything because she is so, uh, animated. I will watch it again at some point. But I thought it was fine. They did a good job of making the drama what it should be. It's a great show, really. It transcends a cooking show, and it transcends a reality show.

I have to admit, I didn't know that grape-nut was a popular Jamaican ice cream flavor until recently. Thanks, Bittersweet. The new coffee spot on DeKalb makes its own ice cream (bittersweet chocolate, caramel, vegan coconut, vanilla, raspberry, and Jamaican grape-nut), and when I saw this flavor, I assumed it was something more exotic than actual grape-nut cereal. The grape-nuts are crunchy and familiarly wheat-y, and the cream-base is sweet. Now it makes perfect sense.

Bittersweet

DeKalb Avenue between Carlton and Cumberland

As a pupusa enthusiast, I might have actually let out an audible Homer Simpson-esque groan when reading Sietsema's description of a khatchapuri in today's review of Tamada, a Georgian Sheepshead Bay spot:

We hounded Tom Colicchio relentlessly about his last meal until the Top Chef judge took a break from opening Craft in L.A. to chat on his cellphone. Then we basically had no idea what he was talking about as he rattled off a fantasy list of delicacies he would ingest from around the world before dying. When he started talking about his mom's Sunday gravy, though, we were right there with him. Not that the spatchcock and the lamb's brain don't sound great, too.

Finally, I've got you on the phone! Have you thought about your last meal? Yes, it's been a crazy time. So, here's what I would do. I would travel around the world, eating the best meals there are, starting with oysters and pearls at French Laundry [located in Yountville, California, in Napa Valley.] Then I'd go to England and eat Heston Blumenthal's lasagne of langoustine and trotters at the Fat Duck.