East Village, Saturday afternoon. I am cold and I just want a coffee. I (almost) go randomly to the first coffee shop on my way and get surprised by this venue. At the first sight, it looks really small and packed, with only a narrow hall that makes you pass almost in the kitchen. Follow it and you won’t be disappointed. Outside in the backyard, there is more room; it’s still warm despite the freezing temperature outside. Price are more than reasonable, cappuccino foam nicely thick, chai latte way to sweet though.
Surrounded by a bold guy with a mustache, dudes with plaid shirts and bobble hats, I probably found the favorite spot for hipsters in the EV.