#coffee-trail – All The Best

Sandwich break

A recent article in The New Yorker lauded the breakfast sandwich. Helen Rosner expounded on the joys of a perfect balance between all its components. While fascinated by her well-expressed argument, I scoffed at the idea. A sandwich is something plus something between two pieces of bread. Breakfast is a plate of sunny eggs plus some toast.

Full disclosure requires I honestly tell you I enjoy the Starbucks 🌟 breakfast treat of an Impossible sausage many a morning. It’s a combo of egg plus cheese with the plant-based meat on a toasty lovely roll.

I appreciated its goodness, but thought it was just a fast food concept.

Enter an egg on a pita from Claire’s. Ta da! Its secret sauce is tahini poured over the scrambled egg plus pickles. All of this is set deep in the pita pocket, the eggs scrambled soft against the crunch of pickle. Talk about balance.

National.Holidays

Of all the made-up days of celebration, I managed to miss Sep 29, National Coffee Day. Ironic, really. My coffee trail has been long and winding. Perhaps it’s fitting that it doesn’t end at a Dunkin’ or a Peets.

Coffee?

It’s always welcoming. And very welcome. It is, as you might have surmised, a good cup of coffee.

The where in this case? Turns out to be a small quirky shop on Lexington. Not just quirky but with a quirky name.

Peaky Barista turns out to be a 3 location family-owned mini-chain about town.

The name apparently connects to the caps on display (and for sale). I always associated them with cab drivers back in the day.

Maybe I will wear one from my own collection of peaked caps on a future visit.

Observed today

These two illustrated vehicles both represent some good transit options. The dismantled yellow bike no doubt the better of them.

Simon is cutting hair today. Salvo’s is closed. An uneven start to finding open establishments.

I saw the first poinsettias of the season today. Wanted to shout that at the young man making the delivery but his earbudds precluded meaningful communication.

It’s warm for Thanksgiving Thursday.**

**I added the unnecessary “Thursday” in case they turn the holiday into an official long weekend. It would then come complete with its own sales day.

There are places to sit. I know I mentioned this before but Le Petit Parisien has an excellent cappuccino. You know where else the coffee’s good? My local D’Agostino. Yeah, I too was surprised.

Looking for coffee*

*In our very French-ified neighborhood, this place is a good place to find what you’re looking for.

In conversation with our doorman, Mike, I was reminded to start my next coffee search with a trip to 7-11. There are a couple near by where I find the chicken wings hard to resist, but I hadn’t been getting my coffee there. As I recall, I always loved it.

It’s a fraction of the other chains’ price too. Not where you’ll go for a latte, macchiato or cappucino, but the simple clean mild or strong cup is here. The Brazillian was a favorite of mine but choose or sample the roasts for your best morning java.

My expertise on peaches 🍑 was tested this morning at the display. A shopper was feeling frustrated by the choices and asked me how long til they would be ripe. She noted they were hard. I lectured her a bit. Hard, yes, I said but if they had any give they would be firm and juicy. I gave her the brown paper bag option if she wanted them softer but reiterated my opinion that they were just great. On sale for $3.99 with a D’Ag card right now.

Let me alert you that peach 🍑 season is coming to its inevitable close. We can enjoy them while they last and then hope luscious ones cycle through again next summer.