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coffee shopping in three boroughs Moving back to Brooklyn next week to rediscover places like Espresso 77, a no-frills coffee shop with great Gimme! espresso and sky blue plastic chairs near my cousin’s apartment in Jackson Heights. I love you, Manhattan, but your coffee shops let me down.

coffee shopping in three boroughs

Moving back to Brooklyn next week to rediscover places like Espresso 77, a no-frills coffee shop with great Gimme! espresso and sky blue plastic chairs near my cousin’s apartment in Jackson Heights.

I love you, Manhattan, but your coffee shops let me down.

More Than Meets The Eye I wish the food here was better executed because then I’d come more often. (The lasagna is too salty, for example.) They have huge windows that fill the space with natural light, making even my nearly finished cappuccino look picture perfect. Epistrophy Cafe, 200 Mott Street, New York, 212 966 0904

More Than Meets The Eye

I wish the food here was better executed because then I’d come more often. (The lasagna is too salty, for example.) They have huge windows that fill the space with natural light, making even my nearly finished cappuccino look picture perfect.

Epistrophy Cafe, 200 Mott Street, New York, 212 966 0904

I keep ordering the biscuit and grits combo at Comfort Diner. Not because it’s incredible, but cause it’s good enough. Still, it’s nowhere near the caliber of what’s pictured above. Comfort Diner can sate any rainy day craving with grilled cheese, ricotta blueberry pancakes, and cheap coffee. It’s got all the fixings of an old-school greasy spoon plus an inexplicably heavy door that will budge for nothing less than a full body slam. But this post is not about what I ate this morning; this post is about what I wish I ate this morning, i.e. the barbecue pulled pork and cheddar grits from Brooklyn’s Peaches, pictured above. I continue to order grits from the likes of Comfort Diner because I’m trying to relive the cheesy, hominy glory I enjoyed once in another borough. I’m not hungry anymore, but it’s not the same.

I keep ordering the biscuit and grits combo at Comfort Diner. Not because it’s incredible, but cause it’s good enough. Still, it’s nowhere near the caliber of what’s pictured above.

Comfort Diner can sate any rainy day craving with grilled cheese, ricotta blueberry pancakes, and cheap coffee. It’s got all the fixings of an old-school greasy spoon plus an inexplicably heavy door that will budge for nothing less than a full body slam.

But this post is not about what I ate this morning; this post is about what I wish I ate this morning, i.e. the barbecue pulled pork and cheddar grits from Brooklyn’s Peaches, pictured above. I continue to order grits from the likes of Comfort Diner because I’m trying to relive the cheesy, hominy glory I enjoyed once in another borough.

I’m not hungry anymore, but it’s not the same.