The whirr of the espresso brewing. The lively Italian dialogue coming from the corner television. Three hours of my Sunday morning spent in the corner drinking mocha coffee and pretending I live in Europe.
I may not be able to afford the real thing right now. But this is pretty good too. It might just be my favorite place in all of New York. For now.
274 Columbus Avenue (between 72nd and 73rd)
photos by moi