Here are some of my undercover gleanings on New York Barista Glamour.
Requirements are caps, beanies or bandanas, or in a few rare cases leaving immaculately sculpted hair uncovered, and to generally glow with tattooed hipster charisma. But not too obviously, it should only be subtly overwhelming.
My log of excellent coffee makers –>
I spent some great time in Coffee Mob, a Brooklyn cafe that became a source of fascination to my friend Betty and me.
It’s sharp appearance is offset by its beautifully droopy staff, and every tiny gem-like response we could eke out of the enigmatic workers was a delight, from owner Buck (sporting a ‘no luck Buck’ cap) to the silent beanied man who mostly communicated through awkward grimaces, and made lovely shapes in the delicious coffees’ foam-tops.
<— Click for larger comic (but rough, sorry!) – I dunno, I just really enjoyed this conversation with a very talkative elderly lady and the very silent barista that was held while a blizzard roared quietly outside.
By the time I left I’d had several conversations and accumulated enough stamps to earn a free coffee on my last visit, as well as good travelling-across-the-pond wishes and a goodbye wink from Buck, and TWO beautiful foam-shapes, a fern and a heart, gracing my flat white from silent beanie man. A great day.