We've been looking for a new coffeehouse to call our own for some time now. Nothing can replace The Coffee Emporium or Baba Budan's in Cincinnati . . . by the way . . . we'd love to hear if our out-of-town guests enjoyed their Coffee Emporium favors from the wedding.
In June, when we first came to Brooklyn apartment hunting, we stumbled upon Heights Coffee in Prospect Heights. And although we love the place and have been back on several occasions, sometimes you just want a reason to go into Manhattan. Tonight we rode into town on the 6 train with one goal in mind: study anywhere but Starbucks!
The task was arduous; in Manhattan there are as many Starbucks as taxi cabs. As we emerged from the underground at 23rd and Park Avenue, we both looked southwest and then looked at one another . . . STARBUCKS! Dammit! Brian grabbed Melon's hand and we ran in the opposite direction, away from the dreaded smell of burning of beans! We found shelter only one block away in the form of Gregory's Coffee. (Sadly they don't have a website, but they do have free wifi!)
The iced tea . . . the padded chairs . . . the window view . . .
It's no Cincinnati coffeehouse (we're not even sure they spoke English at Gregory's), but when we can get away from Starbucks, it starts to feel . . . if only a little bit . . . like this city is our home.
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With NO coffee houses in Jefferson except the Barnett's place, Starbucks sounds A-okay to me.
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