Who does not love cheese. To me the perfect desert is a glass of red wine and a cheese plate. When I lived in New York City my favorite thing to do on my day off was to go to the markets at Grand Central Station. There I would pick 5 or six cheeses, grab a bottle, ok several, of Pinot noir. Later in the evening with a good movie I would enjoy my selections with my fiance.
Here in Europe while it is rare to find a good typical american breakfast, the selection of meats and cheeses available at breakfast can be quite delightful, and yes I have found some wonderful cheese markets where I can get fresh bread and indulge in the grander things in life.
What is your cheese story?