Café Sabarsky ranks as perhaps the most elegant place to eat breakfast in this town. ("Indulgent," as our friend Howard described his morning repast, also fits perfectly.) Attached to the Neue Galerie, the cafe is modeled on those paeans to relaxation and civilization found in Vienna, with wood paneling, softly lit sconces, and windows overlooking Central Park. In settings such as this, it hardly matters what we ate, but for the record: scrambled eggs with bacon, a bread basket featuring sweet ring cake and nutty startches, Bavarian ham and cheese, and a kaffee crème. We read the papers on offer, sipped slowly, and thought seriously about never leaving.