Buy a stranger a latte today.
He didn’t need the Tylenol PM. The “Ensign” works just a well.
What type of idiot actually stays on the phone with these people?
About 6 weeks ago, Joe and the Art of Coffee opened on the Upper West Side. It has become my daily habit to wake early and arrive just as they are opening, order a large cup of their featured coffee, and then sit, journal write, study Italian, do whatever strikes my fancy as a creative…
“I’ll jump you for the latte,”
I have been on a full-on meditation about the concept of heaven.
Do you know you can actually predict the weather using an espresso machine?
turn off HBO, head to your local coffee shop, get a great espresso and introduce yourself to someone new
I found this charming story by the artist Christoph Neimann