Every morning Steve and I head out at 7:00 a.m. for our morning coffee at JOE on Columbus Avenue. The coffee is delicious enough to drink black and unadorned (although many morning drinkers seem to love their latte or cappuccino or, God forbid, a hazelnut mocha latte) and the baristas are the nicest, most thoughtful young people you could hope to have celebrate the start of a new day. On this morning, the morning air was fresh and invigorating before the summer sun fired up the streets so the doors were open while the baristas got ready to open. We moved the bench over to prevent eager customers from entering before the 7:00 a.m. bell and I sat guard. A rather snooty looking guard I think, but I did keep all stragglers out. When you are in NYC, find a JOE – there are now a goodly number of them – and tell the baristas I sent you.
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