Search high and low for good coffee and you find it in a tiny place in SoHo with their other locations yet to be discovered. These guys roast it fresh on the premises and brew the best cup of drip in the city. I made a pilgrimage down there today and saved my worked-up java cravings all afternoon just so I could have a cup of heaven-sent godliness after my delcious Ben’s pizza-slice dinner. It settled me in for the long ride of David Lynch’s Inland Empire, the perfect mind fuck after the mind storm the day before.
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