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.
No wifi. Barely any room to sit, maybe three stools inside and a wooden plank to stand by outside. Long lines, where you have to politely shuffle to the front. I’m talking about true purists who refuse to use soy because it doesn’t steam right.
Besides being one of the best if not THE best coffee in the East Village, there is just something so fulfilling about grabbing a macchiato at Abraço Espresso.
I had high hopes going to the Financier after a few of my friends talked it up. Even with the over optimistically green-yellow decor, I still dug the Parisian/Swiss springtime vibe they’re shooting for.
So I got my coffee which came with a mini loaf of bread and thought, the presentation was “on point.”
I expected a rich density in the flavor but I got a weak watered brew. I was flat-out disappointed.
I will not be buying tins of coffee grounds, but when I’m feeling depressed I suppose I’ll come back for the pastries.
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.
I got all kinds of klutzy walking into RBC NYC. It was my first time in this fair trade coffee cafe and seeing how I moved down down downtown, it’ll be a regular stop for my afternoon brew.
If you find yourself walking aimlessly around 29th Street, take a breather at the Ace Hotel and grab a Stumptown espresso to feel like an elitist. You can hang out in the cafe or sit in the lobby, where you can read, people watch and get online. I highly recommend making friends with the baristas because they are some of the best looking guys I’ve seen in the city.