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favorite things chocolate & coffee breaks Once upon a time five years ago, I worked in an office. It had cubicles, fluorescent lighting, an instant coffee maker, a soda vending machine, and a closet stacked from floor to ceiling with restaurant guides. Even then, like now, I would get antsy around half past three. By 4:30 I would hit a wall at which point I would bolt out of my seat and make a beeline for Bouchon Bakery at Time Warner Center, one city block away. There, I would spend most of my meager salary on lattes and pastries. It kept me sane and poor and, for fifteen whole minutes, truly, blissfully okay with things. Then I would return to my desk and plug away at the computer for another hour or so before the end of the work day. I was lucky to work at Zagat, but don’t miss working in an office. These days I work from coffee shops, Chris’s music studio, at home, and, once a week, with some of the most talented people I know at FiftyThree. While my office is mobile, I still advocate for those afternoon breaks. They’re pick-me-ups, and I think everyone deserves them, and frequently. Besides, taking a stroll, indulging a craving, and bringing something back for your coworker are small steps that go a long way. clockwise : koss headphones / toby’s estate honduras la atilio coffee / mast brothers dark chocolate with sea salt / vosges skull chocolate lollipops : gift from vosges / leather knomo laptop sleeve

favorite things chocolate & coffee breaks

Once upon a time five years ago, I worked in an office. It had cubicles, fluorescent lighting, an instant coffee maker, a soda vending machine, and a closet stacked from floor to ceiling with restaurant guides.

Even then, like now, I would get antsy around half past three. By 4:30 I would hit a wall at which point I would bolt out of my seat and make a beeline for Bouchon Bakery at Time Warner Center, one city block away. There, I would spend most of my meager salary on lattes and pastries. It kept me sane and poor and, for fifteen whole minutes, truly, blissfully okay with things. Then I would return to my desk and plug away at the computer for another hour or so before the end of the work day.

I was lucky to work at Zagat, but don’t miss working in an office.

These days I work from coffee shops, Chris’s music studio, at home, and, once a week, with some of the most talented people I know at FiftyThree. While my office is mobile, I still advocate for those afternoon breaks. They’re pick-me-ups, and I think everyone deserves them, and frequently. Besides, taking a stroll, indulging a craving, and bringing something back for your coworker are small steps that go a long way.

clockwise : koss headphones / toby’s estate honduras la atilio coffee / mast brothers dark chocolate with sea salt / vosges skull chocolate lollipops : gift from vosges / leather knomo laptop sleeve

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.

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.