iced coffee season
It's that time of year again. Iced coffee time! Is there anything more addicting? I don't think so.
I was waiting in line at La Colombe
this morning and I flashed back to a memory from a few years ago when I was still living in DC and visiting friends in New York for the weekend. I arrived early on Friday afternoon. The girls were still at work so I went in "the cute little coffee shop on the corner" to wait for them to get home and let me in to their apartment. I remember being so enchanted by this amazing little spot, thinking to myself, "see even the coffee shops are cuter in New York, I have to move here! There are just so many amazing little one of a kind spots here!"
I was such a naive tourist. As soon as I moved here I discovered a La Colombe every five blocks and realized that I had not found some hidden gem after all. But it still is amazing coffee. And they are nice there! Even if you just order iced coffee they treat you like a good person.
Has anyone else noticed how pointedly unpleasant most hipster barristas are around here? It seems to be a trend - the more organic and fair trade the coffee and the more artistically poured the milk design in the foam, the ruder the person is who is making it for you.
And if you DON'T ask for a latte because you are in too big of a hurry to watch them chant a sacred prayer to the gods of cafine before grinding the beans to make your espresso, they actually refuse to speak to you at all as they slap your watered down iced coffee in front of you. You say "thank you, do you have any milk for the coffee?" and they just look away, passive-aggressively sizing up the next unsuspecting victim behind you who nervously asks for just a coffee too - robbing the barrista of one more opportunity to show the world his misunderstood, broodingly beautiful, milk foam art.
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