Love you gazillions
What type of idiot actually stays on the phone with these people?
About 6 weeks ago, Joe and the Art of Coffee opened on the Upper West Side. It has become my daily habit to wake early and arrive just as they are opening, order a large cup of their featured coffee, and then sit, journal write, study Italian, do whatever strikes my fancy as a creative…
Coffee: Italian style!
(Please someone shoot me if Via starts to sound good.)
“I’ll jump you for the latte,”
My first committed purchase on the dark side went up in flames today…my espresso pot.
I have been on a full-on meditation about the concept of heaven.
Do you know you can actually predict the weather using an espresso machine?