Posted By Jeff Fletcher on November 4, 2009 12:20 pm

This morning I decided to take a little walk from my hotel over to Central Park, which is about five blocks, and then eventually find someplace to have a late breakfast. What happened is another example of my eating disorder. We’ll get back to that, though.

First, although I didn’t feel like going anywhere far to do anything to interesting, I didn’t want to spend the morning sitting in the smallest hotel room in the world. I walked over to Central Park. On the way I saw The Plaza hotel. No sign of Eloise.

I kept looking for various landmarks I’d seen in movies, like the pond where Stuart Little sailed a boat. I probably could have found it, but eventually I had seen enough grass and trees and headed back out of the park into the East Side, where my hotel is.

On the way, I spotted a street with a bunch of trailers, where they were obviously filming a movie. There were actor trailers, costume trailers and a catering area.

I never saw the actual filming, but I did see some extras getting “propped,” as they said. I also saw the site of the famous Soup Nazi’s restaurant. Actually, the guy has cashed in on his Seinfeld fame and opened up a chain of soup places.

But I couldn’t find any place to eat. That’s my “eating disorder.” Whenever I’m traveling, and going to eat by myself, I have a lot of trouble finding a place. Since I can eat wherever I want, I am constantly searching for just the perfect place that has exactly the kind of food and kind of atmosphere than I want, and I’ll often pass up a lot of good places in fear that an even better one is right around the corner. This is especially complicated in a place like New York, where there are a lot of little hole-in-the-wall places that look pretty dumpy. I’m sure some of them are very good, but it’s hard to tell which ones. I even used a little restaurant-finder app on my iPhone, but it still was only telling me about a fraction of the places I was seeing. I ended up walking about two miles, including the park.

The place that I eventually found was perfect. A nice little sit-down restaurant that served breakfast all day.

The same place I had lunch yesterday.

Right next door to my hotel.

It’s actually kind of embarassing to be in New York and eat at the same place two days in a row, but it’s not for lack of looking for someplace new.

Anyway, now I’m at Yankee Stadium, where I’m playing a little game of press box roulette right now. As I mentioned last week, FanHouse has one seat in the main press box and one in the aux box, which is way up at the very top of the stadium. The seats in the work room are quite comfortable and perfect for working, except you have to watch the game on TV, and they fill up quickly.

I got here today at about 1:45, 15 minutes before the press gate was supposed to be open (and more than six hours before the first pitch). Not only was it already open, but at least 50 people were already in here. I got here in time to get a work-room seat, but I have decided to gamble. I have noticed throughout the series that the seats marked “MLB PR” are never filled by actual PR people. They are essentially the wild-card first-come, first-serve seats.

So today I have plopped myself into one of those. While I’m sitting here, all of the work room seats are being filled. So if anyone comes later and tells me to move, I’ll have no choice but to go up to the icy north.

Fingers crossed.