The establishment replacing my beloved 'Tea Time' on Chambers Street between Church Street and Broadway is 'The Blue Spoon Cafe'.
I've walked past it every day at least twice and never even thought about going in.
I was prejudiced. I wanted Tea Time back in my life.
They have a sign toting free wireless and muffins. I don't have anything that could pick up the wireless, and I'm not a muffin man.
But credit where credit is due. Their coffee...their coffee is really, really fucking good. It's so good that at first sip you're not even sure it IS coffee. It's so good that if the cause of life's beginnings was traced to a cup of Blue Spoon brew falling through a wormhole into a swamp of primordial soup, I wouldn't be at all surprised. If I was a bunch of complex proteins I'd start replicating like anything if someone poured a cup of this coffee into me.
It is the brown-tinted elixir of life, ambrosia, the fountain of youth, sparks in the brain, the drink of the gods, the wind beneath your wings, the reason for life on earth.
And if you need more, it's cheaper than Starbucks.
That sounds pretty damn fine :-) However, given the lack of Blue Spoon Cafes in Camden, I'm stuck with Starbucks. Bugger.
Are we talking New York? Because New York owes me an appology for the coffee I drank there, so I'm having a hard time with this 'elixir of life' thing. Those gigantic paper cups, you know? Elixir of life just doesn't happen in a gigantic paper cup. Sure they didn't lace yours with ecstasy?
...better than.. MY coffee? *SNIF*?
Yep.
Especially because I appear to have converted you entirely to tea and you never make coffee any more.
I love coffee. But I drink less now, which means when I have a shit coffee I feel like I have been mugged.
I had a shit coffee yesterday morning. I still lament it.