Showing posts with label coffee shop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coffee shop. Show all posts

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Magnolia Bakery

I'm trying to catch up documenting for my own sake the things I did this summer. It feels a bit like an elementary school essay. But I will not let that ridiculous feeling keep me down.

The thing is, I had a great touristy summer, because whenever friends and family visit, we get to sightsee in a way we usually forget to do. It's hard to remember to see the unique NYC sights when we have laundry, errands, groceries and jobs to do. I dont want to settle in to just living here, or get so caught up in errands that I forget to stop and smell the roses.

Like the time we went to Magnolia Bakery, famous because of its Sex and the City episode shout-out. I'm sure it's famous on its own right, but I know if from SATC. We squeezed it in the middle of an errand filled day, having to buy a shirt for Nate, do some shopping for the upcoming wedding.

We both ordered red velvet cupcakes, which are rapidly becoming my favorites.


Wednesday, April 29, 2009

"Think Coffee" and the city

Last Thursday was one of those days where a lot of little things went just a little bit wrong, but collectively it felt like the world was out the get me. Okay, maybe not out to "get me", but the universedefinetly game me the metaphorical equivalent of a toddler constantly poking you: it's not painful, and it's not tragic, but it gets frustrating really fast.

I was supposed to meet up with Nate after work so we could see "Make if Work: Engineering Possibilities" at the Center for Architecture. The exhibit run was ending, and Nate, as an architect/structural engineer, was very interested in seeing it before they took it down. So the plan was that I'd get to the city at around 6:30 and we'd meet up somewhere (tbd), go to the Center, maybe grab some food afterward, then I'd go on to my volleyball game later in the evening. Sounded good.

The problems started when due to some circumstances, I ended up going to Times Square at 4:30. I was done with my meeting by 5, which gave me a full hour and half to just wander around the city. Usually this would be great - having time to explore the urban fabric and photograph it. But here is little wrong thing #1, my right foot has been hurting lately. I'm not sure why, but it feels better when I let it rest. So the walking for an hour and half was out of the question.

I decided to hang out at Virgin Records, since they usually have fun books and music to sample, and I can sit on the carpeted areas. But, little wrong thing #2, the Virgin Records in Times Square has apparently closed down. The hell? Are they pulling a Circuit City? That was totally unexpected.

No problem, I could just call Nate and figure out what part of town we were meeting at, so I could start heading out there. Except, little wrong thing #3, Nate's phone was off. I called his office as well, and he was still at the construction site. So essentially, I am somewhere in Manhattan, with a lame foot, waiting to meet my boyfriend in hopefully over an hour but not knowing where.

I hate not knowing what's going on.

I decided to walk to the Central Library, since I could sit there and read some books, maybe even get on the internet (yes, I am crafty). Which brings us to little wrong thing #4, the Central Library was closing. Seriously? It was 5:30, and they were not letting people in. What's the point of having a library if it's not going to be available for citizens to use? I know, I know, libraries serve other functions, such as research, book storage and borrowing/lending, but for all those services to take place, the buildings needs to be... uh, I don't know.... open.

I decided to go to the only other library branch I knew in the city, over in Soho. And of course, little wrong thing #5, this branch closes at 5 pm on Thursdays. Only on Thursdays, they are open till 10 all other days. At this point I am in Soho, it's 6 pm, I'm trying to call Nate and his phone is still off. I wasn't even sure we were going to the exhibit anymore, and I was getting worried that he didn't have a charger and we would have no way of coordinating where to meet.

And this is when my phone started to run out of batteries. Little wrong thing #6. Mind you, it's only been a hour since my silly saga started, and this last blow was the straw that broke the camel's back. I wanted to go home, my foot hurt and I was tired, but I had a volleyball game at 9, and it wouldn't make sense to go back to Brooklyn, only to turn back around 20 minutes after getting home. Missing the game was out of the question.

At about 6:30 Nate called. He had gotten stuck at the job site without a charger, but was currently ready to go and meet. And since my phone was on it's last juice, we agreed that I'd wait for him at Think Coffee. Sitting. Inside. Unwinding.

Good thing I was already in the NYU area, so I only had to walk three more blocks in my increasingly pained foot. Think Coffee was full, as expected, but I found a spot at the bar. I ordered a glass of white wine and began to feel less sorry for myself. I allowed myself to be engulfed by the warm and relaxed vibe. It felt like a haven where I could finally put down my heavy bags and just breathe.

I enjoy Think Coffee, and I wish I came here more often. But it's simply too far to lug around the lap top, specially wehre there are so many nice coffee shops in my neighborhood. This is definetly a laptop/reading/staying-for-hours type of place. The layout is huge, with plush couches and smaller cafe tables. It's a pretty great place to work, not just because it's ideally set up to encourage studying, but also because everyone else is in production mode. I had nothing to study for, but I felt peer pressured into reading my magazine.

I had no idea they had a bar, and maybe I should reconsider my approach and meet up with Nate for happy hour sometime in the future. After all, it's a quiet place, with good music, and it doesn't scream expensive bar. I feel very silly for all my dumb hardships walking around the city, when I could have been hanging out in Think Coffee from the beginning.

In the end, the night ended up working out. Nate found me sitting at bar, we saw the exhibit, and I went to the game, even joining my teammates for burgers and beers at Brother Jimmy's afterwards.


Think Coffee
248 Mercer St. New York, NY 10012

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Connecticut Muffin

Many years, ago, when I lived in the UT dorms, I developed a morning routine of picking up to-go breakfast from the dorm coffee stand. Specially useful on those days when I had early morning classes. Nothing crazy or unusual, just a juice box and a muffin. Not just any muffin. A poppy-seed muffin, and if they were out of that flavor I would just get a bagel. I developed a taste for these delicious poppy concoctions, and figured that after I moved out of the dorms, it'd be nice to still have them from time to time.

No big deal, right?

Well, to my amazement, poppy seed muffins are not that easy to find. Over the ensuing years, I kept my eye open for these very specific muffins, checking every coffee shop in the Austin area just in case they carried them. I found banana nut, bran, orange, chocolate chip, oat, etc. But I was a woman on a mission, and it was all or nothing. In reality, I don't particularly care for other muffins, they taste a bit soggy. Maybe I just have a chemical dependency to poppies, they did make Elaine fail a drug test on Seinfeld, after all.

Fast forward ...oh.. about eight years. I am older and wiser, and have by and large finished my search. Simple answer: the HEB bakery sells poppy-seed muffins. Not the most glamorous setting, but they taste good. If there are other places in Austin, I'd love to hear it, but I won't believe you. I searched. It's done, I am content. Then I move to Brooklyn and it stirs the quest again. And wouldn't you know it, I am still having a hard time finding the dreaded muffins here too.

That is, until the day the skies part and angelic music fills the streets, and I see, a mere eight blocks from my apartment: Connecticut Muffin. An entire place that celebrates muffins. And of course, they carry lemon poppy (my favorite) with glazing. I am in heaven.

I should add that I like Connecticut Muffin for many other reasons as well, and I probably wouldn't have found those out if I didn't have this zealous quest for poppies. Connecticut Muffin, in addition to their namesake, also sells other basic pastries, sandwiches, coffee, and refreshing granitas in the summer time. The service is efficient and friendly. And though their location is tiny, they have claimed the exterior via a slightly sunken area with benches. When it's warm, every possible seat is taken, and people use this space to read, chat with friends, hang out with kids, dogs, etc. It's truly a case of a coffee shop spilling out to the street.

I like coming to Conn Muffin on days like today, when I am washing my clothes at the laundromat across the street. I start the washer (or dryer) and come here, order my blessed muffin, a cup of coffee, and pick up one of the many newspapers lying around from previous customers. It makes the dreaded laundry process be a bit more bearable.

And, it puts a very satisfying end to an obnoxious quest that I should have finished years ago if I had been really really serious about finding these muffins.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Tea Lounge - Cobble Hill

My search for the perfect study coffee shop continues.

Today, as I had an extra two hours after dropping off my babysitting client at her dance class, I ventured around Cobble Hill looking for a reasonable coffee shop to study in. This really involves a lot of walking, peeking my head in the window, and counting the number of laptops per total number of tables. If the ratio is close to 50% or higher, I deem it a constructive study space. Seems to work.

It seems my non-beloved Park Slope Tea Lounge has a second location on Court Street (Cobble Hill). And, by my humble opinion, they got it better the second time. I have many issues with the Park Slope location, including the place being too dark, loud, and even the smell of some couches.

The Cobble Hill Tea Lounge is a pretty standard comfy couch- art on walls-coffee and snacks- cool music coffee shop. Nothing too unique, but that's why it was great. There is a certain comfort in the beat up couches and familiar music sensibilities. It taps into that side of me that used to actually get homework done back in college. Good productive vibe, specially with plenty of natural light, fresh air, and lots of people in study mode.

I ordered a regular coffee and an Italian panini. The coffee was good enough for my limited palette, though I do wish they would let customers sweeten their own drinks. Getting the right amount of sugar and coffee is a labour of love that needs to added slowly to mix better. The sandwich was tasty, and it was basically a glorified grilled cheese with tomato and basil. It was fresh tasting, and really hit the spot.

I don't see how I'd make it back. Cobble Hill is not my neck of the woods, but I'd highly recommend it as a neighborhood coffee shop to others.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

City Girl Cafe

I've been babysitting a third grader this week. I pick her up from school in Carrol Gardens, and walk her around to her after school activities. Today, I dropped her off at NYC Elite, a gymnastics center in Soho. And it gave me an hour and half to continue my "studying in coffee shops" series.

I found City Girl Cafe almost by accident. After walking around Soho and resisting the window-shopping temptations, I saw the sign saying Espresso. Then I stuck my head to the window, saw a couple of other tables with laptops, and went inside.

It was really busy, which impressed me. Yet I managed to find an open table, no easy feat in a small 7 table cafe. Most people in line were getting their coffee to-go. I liked the vibe, lots of big windows and very good light. And the music was conducive to studying as well.

The only distracting thing was all the people. Good for business, but I kept people watching. People watching is great, but a bit frustrating when is attempting to get through something as boring as the LEED handbook.


photo by Konstantin Sergeyev ............................................................photo by Natalia Olivera

Friday, March 13, 2009

Ozzie's Coffee - The Third Place

In Urban Design, there is a term for informal gathering spaces, coined by Ray Oldenburg, called the Third Place: “a setting beyond home and work (the “first” and “second” places respectively) in which people relax in good company and do so in regular basis.”

This becomes that hub in a community, the place where people go to meet people, to be aware of what is happening around them, to see and be seen. Such as coffee shops, community centers, bars with the same regulars for happy hour, that type of place. I have been fascinated for a while by the ongoing discussion of how Third Places fit with modern cities. Modern American city planning encourages nesting – think of suburban homes becoming larger and larger, including private pools, movie-viewing rooms, space for a full bar, private decks, etc. Entertainment becomes a private notion rather than being in a public setting. Even suburban clubhouses are private in nature, as they require a type of membership for use – living there. I have an entire schpeal about suburban city planning, but I wont kick a puppy while it’s down, as suburban developments haven’t been doing well lately.

Some people also feel that the Internet acts as a Third Place. I find this concept to be very interesting and spent, in fact, an entire semester of graduate school discussing this in class – digital communities, social networking, forums, multi-user games, etc. And though I agree with the functionality of the web as a tool for socialization, personally I crave physical proximity. Third Places persist, as they are in many ways a vital part of how we interact with the world. We still find coffee shops and places that are of a public nature, where we can democratically intermingle with the community.

Oldenburg said "The character of a third place is determined most of all by its regular clientele and is marked by a playful mood, which contrasts with people's more serious involvement in other spheres. Though a radically different kind of setting for a home, the third place is remarkably similar to a good home in the psychological comfort and support that it extends…They are the heart of a community's social vitality, the grassroots of democracy, but sadly, they constitute a diminishing aspect of the American social landscape.”

I realized today that Ozzie’s, a coffee shop in my neighborhood, might just be a perfect Third Place by every definition.

I wrote about Ozzie’s a few days ago, in my search for good coffee shops in which to study. I went today to the main location on 5th Avenue, a few blocks from my house. The 5th Avenue location is larger, brighter, with bigger tables and more windows, a nicer model to the smaller location in front of my house. And as I discovered today, it is also a great community hub.

For starters, a major characteristic of Third Places is that they tend to be from the community to the community. Ozzie’s is locally owned and only has two locations, both in the neighborhood. They also have a major wall to a bulletin board advertising everything from guitar lessons, moving services (“a guy with a truck”), to tutoring and computer services. Nothing too crazy, but it’s always nice to see home made ads. There is also a bookshelf for free book exchanges, free wi-fi, computer and printers on a pay as you go basis, a full table with local magazines and newspapers, sandwiches, and board game night on Thursdays.

The thing that really got me, though, was that people were using the space. I was sitting across from a young hipster mommy group. Six or so young mothers and their babies, drinking coffee and conversing about movies or whatever, all the while breastfeeding, burping their children, and balancing them around with expert ease. Yes, the kids were a bit loud, but no one complained. This is a child friendly establishment. Probably because the rest of the clientele was, respectively, an old couple reading the newspaper, a group of teenage girls giggling about boys, 6 or so tables with students and their laptops, some young people reading books, 3-4 tables with kids being tutored in math, and some parents who were waiting for their kids to meet them there after school. Everyone had a stake in the place. And it made me realize that Ozzie’s, along with selling coffee and pastries, is providing the community with a basic gathering point. People know a meeting space is their at their convenience, and this is powerful knowledge.

It was one of those moments where all the things I learned in school clicked in a whole new personal way. The nerdy urban designer in me had a totally exhilarating moment. My “cool” façade betrayed nothing. I feel like I could geek out on this for hours, and go into my excited rants of how amazing it is to live in a medium-density vibrant mixed-use neighborhood, but I think I should finish.

After all, my reason for coffee shop searching was to study for LEED. And I still need to get some reading done tonight.

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Ozzie's Coffee

Today was one of those days where I just didn't want to leave Brooklyn. The way my transit card works right now, is that it costs me less long term to pay per ride than to get the monthly pass. It's fine, but it has the undesired side effect that sometimes I just don't go to Manhattan unless I have an actual reason, otherwise it costs me 4 bucks to get there and back. Four bucks add up, man.

This is partly why I ended up at the coffee shop in front of our building. Literally, it's right across the street. I love Park Slope so much. I am still in full study mode for the LEED Exam. If Obama is right, most of the new construction coming up will be sustainable design, and I gotta make myself competitive as a candidate. And I trust Obama, I really do.

I have very mixed feelings about Ozzie's. I want to like it because it's a coffee shop right across the street. My parent's thought it was the greatest place when they came to visit last year. But other times I've gone, I've had super slow unfriendly service. One time I tried to work with my laption and I couldn't get the wi-fi to work. Then again, I haven't fully given it a chance because something always seemed a little off to me about it. Nate goes there on Saturday morning and picks up coffee and bagels for us. They are usually good enough. So I should like it, right? It's this weird thing where I want to like it and I want to not like it, and faction of my aesthetic subcontious are battling it out.

Stop. I'm waxing philosophical and that never leads anywhere productive.

I just want to say: I think I am an Ozzie's convert. I like the place. I had a great experience there. And I think it's an important distinction to see which types of coffee uses it can have, and what things it's just not so good at. Specially in comparison to the Tea Lounge, which from the surface was my preferred place. I feel like because I went to them back to back recently with the specific purpose of studying, I can only judge one in comparison to the other.

The thing is, Ozzie's doesn't have couches. It doesn't have that cozy vibe where you envelope yourself in indie coolness and have yerba mate to chill around. In many ways, Ozzie's is more of a utilitarian coffee shop that reminds me of an old pharmacy converted to a cafe. You know the type, it's an established prototype. It has lots of windows, and teeny tiny tables that are really best for no more than two people. The morning service is terrible, but the afternoon guys were pretty chill. Probably because they work in the afternoon, and the morning guys have to be there at 6 am, and really, who could be in a good mood when they get up so early in the morning.

The main thing I like was that I got a lot of work done. A lot. There was a utilitarian aspect to it that really vibed with my mood. Every table was full, and though people kept leaving and new ones took over their tables, I didn't feel weird for staying for over 2 hours nursing my same cup of coffee. The guys sitting closest to me was a a bit annoying, as he kept answering his phone, but not that big a deal in the grand scheme. The people were good, not pretentious, not there to see and be seen. They seemed to be there because they wanted to sit and have coffee. There were some people reading the newspaper, some reading books, a couple of people with sketchbooks, about 5 -6 students with textboks and laptops, two tables with parents and babies, and a couple of table with single people making time until their friends showed up to join them. A good diverse crowd, both in age and activity. As an urban designer, I coudln't ask for more.

Ozzie's, I owe you an apology. I though you were mediocre. Now I realize that I never gave you a chance. I was caught up by superficial BS. I never allowed myself to sit for a long time and observe you. I dismissed you because of bad bagles, and that is unforgivable. I hope you understand. I hope you take me back.

Because, really, I have soooo much LEED studying left.

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Tea Lounge



I am studying for the LEED exam. The deadline before they change the test format is March 31st, and I have decided that I need to take the old test before the shift happens (so everything I did for the LEED Holiday Inn Hotel doesn't become irrelevant.) It's gonna be a big study crunch, the likes of which I haven't done since college. I have a reference binder - huuuuuuge - with over 400 pages of information to go through.

Back in college I used to frequent coffee shops to study. I have font memories of Spider House, Metro, Flipnotics, Mozart's.... those were the days. I would find a place where I could just read and chillax. You know, get some coffee and serenity.

I've gone to the Tea Lounge a couple of times before. I want to like it, I really really do. I want to adore this beautiful place that's only four blocks from my house. Sometimes I think the coffee shop culture of New York doesn't quite mesh with the coffee shop vibe of Austin, because there is just something a leeetle off. Not sure what it is.

The Tea Lounge is theoretically great. Plush couches, some tables & chairs, dark lighting, and most patrons are on their laptops. They have a pretty good coffee and herbal tea menu, as well as many sandwiches and pastries. Supposedly they serve alcoholic drinks in the evenings, though I haven't taken advantage of that yet.

I ordered a large coffee and a small grilled cheese sandwich. The coffee was a little bitter, nothing spectacular.  My sandwich was okay too, and managed to really hit the place that a grilled cheese should. It had cheddar, so you can't really go too wrong there. And for $3.25, it was more than acceptable.

The problem to me is that all issues with food an coffee taste are irrelevant if there is a good vibe. After all, that's why I go to coffee shops. I know there are some lovely coffee snobs out there with exquisite palettes who will crucify me for saying that. And I understand that there area really good types of espresso, and that the crap I usually drink is but mediocre brown water with tons of milk and sugar. Whatever. I like the vibe. I aim to find the right combo of people watching, couches, interesting music, and that je ne sais quoi that usually somehow allows me to focus on getting work done.

And for some reason the Tea Lounge doesn't quite serve the purpose. It should. The decor has that perfect slacker indie sensibility. It really reminds of Ruta Maya (mostly the old downtown Austin location), but a little smaller. There are many things that could have been my problem today. Maybe it's that the it was so full that the only place to sit was an overstuffed couch that I had to share with another guy in very close proximity to many other people. Maybe it was that my seat smelled of B.O. as if a homeless person had been there for many hours. Maybe the weird smell was the guy sitting across from me. Maybe it's that there were too many laptops, and after a while it crossed the threshold where there just weren't enough human voices (that last part is not the Tea Lounge's fault, just something more that has changed since my college days). Maybe it was that my table was way to low for me to set my binder down and read comfortably.

Not sure what it was, at some point these seemingly insignificant things added up to become an actual issue. I'll be back for sure, specially to check out the bar, but I'm not sure about trying to study there. I'll try some other places and see if they work better.

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