Today I am thinking a lot about coffee. It could be exhaustion that is driving my thoughts, but really, I think it is my excitement over uncovering two great coffees in NYC. I say 'coffees' because one is not so much a place as it is a brand of coffee --Stumptown, which has made it's way to Manhattan from Portland, via Brooklyn. Until the official Stumptown cafe opens at the soon-to-be-open Ace hotel, you can buy it at City Girl cafe in Soho, which I did yesterday. A lb of freshly ground Ethiopian Wondo sat in my bag all day, and the delicious, rich scent is lingering in my memory.
Down the street from my office, in the nondescript no-man's land between the neighborhoods od Kips Bay/Murray Hill and Flatiron, there is a perfect cup of coffee at Fika. The tiny, stylish cafe feels sunny even in the worst of weather, and although a large cup of coffee is a sort-of hefty $3, it's worth it.