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Phyllo or Filo? You Be The Judge!

There is a charming Greek coffeeshop on Ninth Avenue just north of 44th Street. It’s named Poseidon, and according to the behind-the-counter-lady, has been at that location for 88 years. That makes it, by my calculation, the oldest Greek coffeeshop … Continue reading

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Turn Left At Manhattan, and On Until Morning

I’m going to get a donut. There’s a place on Manhattan Avenue—which because it is not on Manhattan is about ten minutes from my apartment—named Peter Pan Donuts. I know I am not the first man to discover this establishment, … Continue reading

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Bleeeeeach! (Not Bleach, Mind, But a “Yuck” Noise.)

As an important early step in my new internship, I’m doing a break room taste test. It should have serious implications in my caffeine intake for the next few months—obviously the benchmark by which any part time, unpaid employment can … Continue reading

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Jitter Christmas

I ran some kind of analytic on my Twitter account last month, and discovered that the three words I use most are: Chicken Sandwich Coffee This was not surprising, but slightly frightening, and left me worried both at how much … Continue reading

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A Tragedy Of Glassware

I’m not embarrassed to tell you wonderful Internet people that I have a typewriter. I am, however, slightly embarrassed to tell you about what I just did with it. In order to iron out the kinks in a script I’m … Continue reading

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Way To Go Mom!

This Friday, a happy ending to a previously recounted sad, sad story. A few weeks ago I maligned the loss of a coffee spoon, a cheap (but vital!) plastic doodad which was apparently pitched by an overeager houseguest sometime during … Continue reading

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Reluctant Breakfast Warrior

I woke up on Saturday at 9:45. I had been dreaming about dinner, which reminded my slumbering consciousness of breakfast, a thought which ripped my eyes open without any ceremony of yawning, stretching, or general lazing around. I had left … Continue reading

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Like Spooning With Disappointment

A recent development has left me wondering, is there any shame in measuring out one’s life in coffee spoons? For Eliot this was the absolute bottom in the pit of middle class existence, but a lack of coffee-spoon is proving … Continue reading

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Leisure Headache

I write this not at the glass and steel expanse that is my usual workstation, but splayed out backwards onto my sofa, computer on my lap, craning my neck towards the desk fan which is endeavoring to import a little … Continue reading

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Sluuuuuuurp!

The same that Indian food is the greatest breakfast substitute, a cup of coffee is the worst way to fake one’s way through lunch. [sips] Especially, yuck, when the only available milk is chunksy, and one’s moral code restricts the … Continue reading

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