I hate giving up my seat on the subway. I usually have my earphones on or my head in a book so the elderly or pregnant won’t guilt me to give up my seat. I’m know I’m an ass, and decided to be a more considerate person.
So when I looked and saw my 9th Street Espresso Coffee, just hanging out on the floor—my heart melted. Just look at the sleek logo against a black background….CHIC. This coffee is the elite of the elite and deserves to be elevated on a pedestal!
I’m very impressionable. When I was young, I would throw up if I ate a banana… until someone told me it was their favorite fruit. I’ve been a vegetarian for over 8 years… after my boyfriend told me how gross meat was. And I regularly spend $10 on a juice….knowing it is cold pressed organic.
So, when I told one of my friends I was at Cafe Cafe the other day, he bashed it to hell. So, I’m not sure what I would have written about Cafe Cafe but all I can remember about it is what my friend said, “It’s $2.17 for a weak coffee.”
I’m over it.
This spermy looking thing was made while I was drinking my MAD MAX from Jack’s Stir Brew Coffee at South Street Seaport. This place makes me feel like I’m at home without being at home. They use a coffeemaker that stirs the coffee grounds while it’s brewing, hence “stir brew coffee.” I know that they have yet to find a cure for cancer but on a brighter note, this new process uniformly mixes, blends and saturates the grounds.