Blue Bottle Coffee: Brooklyn, NY

               Blue Bottle Coffee. Was I disappointed my coffee didn't come in a blue bottle? Maybe a little if I'm being honest but after my first sip of the dear-God-how-is-this-heaven-legal-to-sell coffee, all those thoughts were gone. But I’m a bit ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning of my day.

It was a Sunday, so Brooklyn was a bit sleepy. At 2 o'clock families and hipsters, which are seemingly interchangeable, began their day or so it seemed. My party of four grabbed a table at Juliette on North 5th Street. We happened to be surrounded by French natives, although we enjoyed this, by the end of the meal we felt rather ashamed at knowing only one language. Unless you count knowing how to say "I cry and drink wine" in French then I do admit I am only fluent in English. So off we went to get a cup of coffee, American coffee that would or would not come in a blue bottle. Two steps, a skip and a hop around the corner and we were there. No flashy sign to be seen, just a simple chalkboard out front causally hinting that something life changing is right inside. 

             Blue Bottle Coffee is one for the books. It started out in California but I found its delight right here on Berry Street. It has expanded in the last ten years to cover multiple cities on the west and east coasts and somehow I swear I can taste that growth, success, and community right there in the coffee. There was a bit of a line as we entered but it moved at a slow-down-you're-in-Brooklyn-now-not-Manhattan pace. As the line died down and I was getting closer and closer to the barista, I began to panic. Who did I think I was walking into the infamous Blue Bottle Coffee and assuming I knew how to order? I didn't. I was a deer in the headlights who was trying to focus but there were too many attractive Brooklyn men around, too many little hipster children dressed better than I. I tried desperately to push my brother ahead of me in line but Clark is nearly 6'6” and the shove would not have been discrete. I considered crying, a logical option. Walking up to them and just crying. Crying until they assumed I needed a drip coffee, or maybe the cure was a mocha, or a flat white. Who knows? Not me, that's for sure. Although at this point I had thought through several grand ideas, I settled for the act-normal-confident-and-order-the-first-thing-your-eyes-fall-on attempt. This attempt brought about me ordering a mocha. And just like that, the stress was gone. I could again take in my surroundings and think about if we would be so lucky as to find a spot to sit with their two long tables surrounded by stools. As I waited for my mocha and Clark waited for his cappuccino, we observed the openness of the back room. We saw the shelves of coffee sitting in their warehouse. Only a simple half wall between us and all the coffee our hearts could desire. We pondered the thought of jumping over the half wall but my legs are rather short. (This was the only reason we did not do such a thing.)

                They are open from 7am to 7pm everyday (open until 8pm Saturday because falling asleep at a bar isn't as high class and safe as it sounds) so there really isn't a reason why you can't swing by and grab a cup of coffee, and since there are seven locations in New York City alone I really see no excuses that are relevant at this point. The price of Starbucks but with actual freshness and taste. I'll pay for that. Maybe it was the mocha going to my head or the crowded tables, line out the door, but I like when my coffee is an event. I felt as though I had been awarded a Golden Globe. Getting in line was like being nominated and then there I was accepting, being quickly cut off by the next person in line as I tried to give my acceptance speech. And I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say there is a large chance getting and enjoying a cup of Blue Bottle Coffee will in fact feel just as good as accepting a Golden Globe. And the nominees are...

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.)

Kahve: New York, New York

        Nestled quietly on 9^th Avenue in Hell's Kitchen, a few blocks west of Times Square, Kahve (the Turkish word for coffee) Coffee Lounge was the perfect break from the bustle of tourists. With it being open till 10 on weekdays and extra late weekend hours, you can always find time to stop in for a moment. The narrow, only a few tables space was the perfect place to do work. Locals claimed most of the tables doing work that the week had left them, reading, or checking out the variety of attractive patrons who stopped by for an espresso fix. I and four friends sat in a homey corner, admiring anything and everything. The exposed brick wall, the antique-looking mirror, the chalkboard menu boards, it all fit together to create a small town cafe feel. (Luckily for us, it's right here in our jungle, NYC.) The drinks were exactly as they should be, no Starbucks version of macchiatos, lattes, or chais. The (so beautifully hipster) barista behind the counter recognized the locals, made the newbies feel like locals, and put the Starbucks addicts in their place. Maybe it was the coffee sacks used for seats, the warm almond chai, or the calmness in a busy city, but something about the place had me falling in love. (It also could well have been the attractive man with the cute dog parallel to my window seat.) Whatever sparked the love, had me locked in my seat. I contemplated ordering another drink just so I had an excuse to remain there. But sadly life must go on. (Actually my friends had to drag me out by my hair. I'm sure the cute man with the dog found that highly attractive.) It was the perfect morning stop and would be for you as well. Now I'm back to campus where the men aren't as quaff and Starbucks coffee just isn't cutting it. Be a local, tourists or not, and head over to Kahve.

Caffe Bene: New York, New York

There is a strong misconception that real New Yorkers don’t go into Times Square, well if that is true they sadly haven’t experienced Caffe Bene. Nestled on the corner of Broadway and 49^th, Caffe Bene is the perfect stop to forget about the tourist infested streets right beyond the floor to ceiling windows. Mixing rustic urban architecture with the classic feel of a New York coffee shop, the café could be patented with the hugely famous term “hipster.”

The front room housed the in-and-outers, the upstairs collected the coined business men and women mixed with the hum of couples seeking their usual seats; the back room, however, was my personal favorite. The back of the café was compiled of two full wall bookcases filled with cookbooks, classics, encyclopedias and much more. Large tables allowed for group studying, and small tables allowed book nerds like me to sink into the bookcases, eaten by pure delight.                

As if the atmosphere wasn't enough, Caffe Bene offers food that will put a smile on your face (if of course the bookcases and well-dressed men surrounding you didn't already do that). Their trademark item, the waffle, seems to be a simple food, but by Caffe Bene’s terms is not. Chocolate Waffles, Red Velvet Waffles, Pistachio Waffles, Strawberry Chocolate and the special combo of a waffle and coffee—what more could you want? If you do want more or you don’t care for waffles (blasphemy) there are wraps, sandwiches, salads and every dripping-with-caffeine drink you could ever imagine, including a Red Velvet Latte. (Insert Foodgasm)  After I got over the impeccable shoes of the man sitting diagonal from me, I was able to have some great sweets laced with conversation. Caffe Bene was a stumble upon that will now become a must go. Whether you are just stopping to grab a drink or you need to study, Caffe Bene has the means to accommodate.

        I can hear the I-phones unlocking now, plans being canceled, and Times Square meeting a few new faces, because Caffe Bene is the place to stop and refresh.  

The Grey Dog: New York, New York

It was Parent Weekend here at Hofstra, this meaning free dinner: ate elsewhere; free concert: didn't go; free brunch: slept late and called it lunch. I did, however, participate in the Parent part of Parent Weekend. This being said, my parents and I decided to make our own agenda. We headed into the city, East Village to be exact. We found ourselves at the Grey Dog. With three locations you have no excuse but to have a cappuccino, an espresso, a beer, or an I-am-skinny-and-pretty-in-order-to-make-your-self-esteem-go-down water to complement your meal.

The wide framed double doors were left open during our Saturday night Grey Dog experience, raising the appeal quite a bit. The Grey Dog is a good kind of claustrophobic --the sitting-upon-strangers-fighting-for-a-table-most-intimate-meal-you’ve-had-with-family kind of claustrophobic. The walls are mostly exposed brick which I have previously expressed my love for. I’m convinced that the workers all paint in their free time and drink special concoctions that make you sweet, funny and rather attractive. If any of you guys are available, call me. Area code (I’m); Number (totally but not really) Extension (kidding).

The food is food that makes you that perfect amount of full. Where you stand up at a normal rate, not the “All you can eat” restaurant stand where you cautiously grip the table with one hand the other on your chair, moaning all the while as your legs hold the newly added weight. When you order, you give your name thus leading to a special moment of hearing your name yelled throughout the restaurant until you promptly alert the employee that those dishes are yours. And with how the food looks, trust me it will be promptly. I had an Arugula salad with Avocado and Chicken. It was meant to get Salmon but I’m a diva, so what are ya gonna do. My mom had the #1 (in order to figure out exactly what that is you will have to give yourself the pleasure of heading to Grey Dog). Lucky enough for my mom she was able to get that on gluten free bread. (Insert cheers from my mother) All the while, my dad ravishing over his portobello mushroom sandwich. Topped off by a cheese board to be shared among the three of us, we left very happy people.

If you like good food, an artsy atmosphere and an overall quality experience then make sure to head to University Place, West 16th Street or Mulberry Street in Manhattan to get your fix of Grey Dog. Warning: you may and will most likely become addicted, so much so you will want to become a regular thus leading to you ultimately moving to NYC. So thank you Grey Dog, for the over populated city that we all love so dearly.

Gregory's Coffee: New York, New York

There is a difference between being IN New York and BEING in New York. I prefer the latter. Times Square is great, Rockefeller Plaza is grand, but what’s wonderful and fascinating are the local hotspots. I don’t know about you, but I’m past getting asked if I want to go to a comedy show in Times Square, going into the NBC store and commenting on the same collection of Office mugs and T-shirts, and having to change my entire route because of the potentially pedophilic man dressed up like Elmo dead ahead. I’m ready for the local spots. Spots like Gregory’s Coffee. With five locations throughout New York City, you are promised your fix of coffee no matter where you are.

                As I stepped off of Avenues of the Americas and into Gregory’s Coffee, I was instantly transported. The tourists become engulfed by the ritzy buildings that cause that God-knows-we-don’t-got-none-o’-them-there-kind-of-things-in-our-small-towns distraction. What they don’t realize is just how much of New York they are missing as they stare simply at the skyline.

Gregory's Coffee Logo

                There was a small line in front of me, nothing compared to most NYC lines, as I decided what I wanted to try. Cappuccinos, espresso, croissants, muffins, tea and what I personally enjoyed, a dirty chai. I think 90% of the reason I ordered it was because I enjoy saying the words dirty chai in public and feeling accepted. I’m still working on getting my voice to a level of sultry that this drink order demands, but that will come with time, I suppose.

                Mocha colored walls match the color of the drinks (unless of course you are using unheard of amounts of creamer, which if so I advise you to try tea, you’ll save yourself about 5,000 calories). The decoration is quite modern with clean lines, wooden tables and tall chairs. My feet dangle from the chair as I stare out at the taxis, people, and trash that seem to fly past the floor to ceiling windows. The serenity of Gregory’s café offers a polar opposite to the busyness that lies just beyond that window. The workers chatting coffee, “Gregulars” scattered around utilizing the free Wifi, and me attempting to get my brother to engage in conversation instead of texting his girlfriend, causes for one of my favorite café feels.

                So I suggest all you New Yorkers, “gregulate” your schedule to include time for a sip at Gregory’s Coffee. I promise you’ll have a “greg” time. Ok, the puns are done. So get your cup and your Gregulars’ card at Gregory’s Coffee where "they see coffee differently."