Toby's Estate Coffee: Brooklyn, New York

Maybe I was attracted to Toby’s Estate Coffee because it was on the way back from lunch at House of Small Wonders, or maybe it was the graffiti on a nearby wall that would make for the perfect Instagram photo, or maybe, just maybe, it was the two men outside objectively talking about the size of their girlfriends’ breasts . . . well, maybe it wasn't the latter, but whatever it was, I was attracted to the coffee shop non the less.  After having a pull vs push issue with the door (it’s push) my brother, Clark and I were inside.  Two floor to ceiling bookshelves lined the side walls and raw wood tables and stools cluttered with people filled the large room. We apparently walked up the small ramp to the counter but it felt a bit more like floating. I could tell by the baristas' overall appearances that we would be the best of friends if it weren't for the fact that my wandering eyes and active photo taking screamed that I was in fact not a Brooklynite (not yet anyway). Although I will admit I complimented one of the barista’s glasses so therefore we are slowly building a beautiful and lifelong friendship.

           Clark ordered biscotti that he raved about and hung in front of my gluten free face. It came on an adorable flowery china plate which I would have had the notion to steal if I weren't such a moral and sensible person. Right behind the counter was the room Toby’s Estate Coffee uses for their public cuppings and private classes. Although I was not able to do a class when I stopped by, just the sight of it made me want to happy cry, but I’m all talk when it comes to public scenes so instead I collected my cup of coffee and headed to a table. Clark and I sat facing the large garage looking windows covering the front wall of the coffee shop. We were nestled in at the same table as a woman on her laptop being that there were no open spots. The whole café was filled with the hippest hipsters of Brooklyn. There were so many well-dressed men and women in one room that I had multiple heart palpitations through the course of my stay there. It almost felt as though the room was being lit by laptop screens. I may have witnessed fifty award winning screenplays being written but I just simply can’t confirm (until I see how mine turns out). 

Being that all the coffee is brewed right there in their Brooklyn location, every cup is quality. The roast I tried was right in the middle thus making it perfect. If you’re in Williamsburg, living in Williamsburg, or have a lover in Williamsburg, you’d be foolish not to grab a (daily) cup from Toby’s Estate Coffee on North 6^th Street, one block from the Bedford L stop. But fear not Manhattan dwellers there is also another location in the Flatiron district for all of you. Open Monday through Friday 7 to 7 and Saturday and Sunday from 8 to 8 it’s the perfect place to nurse a coffee before work, to write a screenplay, find a boyfriend (I found a few…hundred) or just a nook to people watch from. Drink up, Brooklyn.

Piccolo Cafe: New York, New York

              It’s not all commercial coffee for Midtown West here in NYC.  Settled on West 40^th Street between illuminated metal buildings and the sounds of a 9 to 5 work day, Piccolo Café leaves you with a different taste in your mouth. Having won the 2011 Craved Award by Seamless for Best just-like-mom’s food, you can be assured that the commercial atmosphere of Midtown West stops on the street. The exterior, a seemingly hand crafted wood appeal leaves you wanting to see more. Although there isn't much more to see as you walk into the tiny café you find yourself just as satisfied. Six seats in total, I was overjoyed as I snagged one for myself. Although their drinks and food options were endless, I stuck to a small coffee needing an extra kick to keep me up to speed with my NYC surroundings. The man behind me, who looked dashing in his business attire, seemed to be just off the work day, settling down for a unique “just-like-mom’s food” dish from Piccolo. I promptly noticed his wedding ring and thought to keep to myself, also my lack of self-confidence may have helped in this matter but we will keep the blame on the wedding ring.     

                  Although I sat in a corner staring out at the NYC streets, I felt very much on my own. My coffee equal parts bitter and sweet, equal parts logo free, plain white cup and high end coffee taste. With aged tin on the wall to my left and a collage of Italian papers plastered on the wall to my right I felt perfectly content. Their door stayed open during my visit, leaving their music mixed with a bit of the sounds of NYC that people over pay for daily, myself included. Being that the first song that began playing as I sat down was “Gold on the Ceiling” by the Black Keys, I’d say the mix of the “streets of New York” was a perfect fit. I’ll admit even as I sit here in this café attempting to write this review I find myself attempting to figure it all out. Figure out their unique combinations of food, the simplicity of their coffee why the only guy in here without a wedding ring isn't hitting on me and what exactly these Italian newspapers say. (So far I can read “Jazz” which in Italian is “Jazz.” Inside look at how well polished my Italian is folks.) If you find yourself stuck in the commercial badger of Midtown West, find your peace in Piccolo. Open Monday through Friday 7:30am to 8:00pm and 10:00am to 8:00pm on Saturday and Sunday at four different locations, I’d say you have a vast opportunity to make it down to this café at some point within your hectic work week. With frayed ropes, vintage décor and wooden stools I felt as if I was in a small mountain town’s corner store. The corner store feel, with the wood accents, personable employees, slowed down time but with the upbeat nature of the city which at the end of the day is all we need in a city. It looks as though it has been finally figured out “How to slow down time.” All you need is $1.50 for a coffee, a good book, and a few slowed down hours. 274 West 40^th Street, make a trip, read Italian, eat good food. (Oh and “Questa Settimana” means this week. Find it on the wall. You’re welcome for the Italian lesson. I charge by the hour.)