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What could you try for the first time?
Last week, I passed Remi 43, a flower coffee bar I regretted not trying an exotic rose latte.
What’s better than a second chance?
I chose an even more exotic sounding lavender matcha latte. It was fine but not quite strange enough.
My coffee hunt has pretty much ended with cups at home or a flatwhite at Starbucks. The latter is the one good cup they serve, and I love the app.
Passing a coffee bar cleverly tricked out as Ground Central well, who among us is strong enough to resist.
Yes. Definitely a robust and balanced cappucino at a price underlining its confidence. 8ozs at about 6 bucks makes this a 50 cent a sip drink.
As I continued on my way up 2nd Avenue, a second outpost of this coffee purveyor appeared just a few blocks north.
In fact, this was a day where duplicates just kept popping up along my route.
Odd but true.
There were restaurants with similar profiles; cleaners clumped on a single block; groups of youngsters similarly disregarding the rules of the road when passing oldsters.
A cortada [aka short] sampling from the Coffee Trail:
Sit with me. Sit still and look at that sky.
The views are from the cul de sac where we used to live.
Which topics would you like to be more informed about?
“Gawking at buildings,” that’s how I described my hobby to my future husband even before we met.
It’s something I truly enjoy, but alas do it with only a dilletante’s understanding.
I think this facade is a treat. Love the balcony [half-balc] and then the decoration over the windows. And oh yes, the turret* [is it] at the top? (I believe it houses a water tower. I like water towers.)
The little balconies are generally called Juliet in honor of the heroine in Shakespeare’s play.
I know something, it’s just not enough to feel like I know!
This should be a hot spot right now. All those headlines about unidentified investigations are so tittlelating.
Exhausted by running along the coffee trail, I finally realized that my best morning cup is the one I make at home. If and when.
Outside is for exotic drinks like my cappucino or a latte or even a flat white. Espresso always makes me shudder, but it’s in a pleasant way, which puts that little treat in the rotation.
It’s my good fortune to have found so many excellent cafes all over town.
My new pastime is to rate the yogurt parfait from various emporia. Yogurt is doctor’s orders; the parfait makes it a treat.
A standout among many plain old good ones is from a little foodie joint on East End Avenue. It’s tucked away and doesn’t always have this or another superb discovery – the no meringue lemon pie- on hand.
When it’s available, the flavor of sour cherries bursts into the yogurt. Not too thick or too sweet, this is a perfect parfait with pumpkin seeds and granola as well as the usual and unusual fruits.
Don’t get me wrong, any and all yogurt “sundaes” make a special breakfast or afternoon snack. There’s even a thing called a berry trio from Starbucks that’s satisfying.
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