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.
Health benefits are often a draw when foods or drinks seem off-putting.
Green is healthy; you know, like lettuce or broccoli, but in a drink… well, the color can be extreme. That said, a green smoothie can be so delicious. I will attest to the perfection of this satisfying drink.
Red could be said to be on the other side of the color spectrum. Don’t think stop when you see this beverage in your fridge.
Le Petit Parisien looks to be a rather incendiary little publication. Our new Cafe shares its name. The decor is a simple reminder of that connection. Cappuccino, as I mentioned in an earlier post, is very satisfactory.
Missing from next door since the owners posted their “Gone Surfing” notice is the friendly Bar Coastal. Fear not; a pub awaits. Plug-Uglies looks all set for business.
Speaking of bars… these “convenience stores” like High-End Puff [above] appear to be ready to satisfy weed cravings.
Miscellaneous photo scenes that are not food related follow below as part of the fro and to of getting to Le Petit Parisien or Plug Uglies or High-End Puff.
We’re an opportunistic people, we New Yorkers. 79th going east off 1st was closed for emergency vehicles on Marathon Day.
It became a playground. These boys throwing a football and the kids playing tag around NYPD trucks took hold of a great big play street.
Over 50 years of living on the starboard side of NYC’s Marathon has given 50 years of griping.
This year it felt cozy. I remembered the occasion and planned accordingly. I made my last foray to west First Avenue on Sat. evening; let them shut it off as early as 10am and the stragglers trail in late into the night.
Halloween provided the opportunity and these little horror decorators rose to the occasion. I am sure that after having worked this hard, they’d rather just wait for happenstance to take these down.
What is the difference between being in a rut and finding your groove?
The latter by definition a place of comfort and acceptance; the former a greatly less desirable spot.
It’s a matter of perspective whether you are caught in a trough, treading the daily grind or enjoying a congenial and leisurely spin of your wheels.
After all, it’s perspective that can make us see the glass half full.
All The Best