On a spur of the moment, I decided to go to Coney Island for several reasons. The main reason was to see if I can get into Seagate to see the lighthouse at Coney Island.
“It smells like spearmint in here!” said a customer as she walked into Bis.Co.Latte Café this morning. There was a delicious reason.
I learned my lesson about eating pasta not made from an Italian. Not every non-Italian pasta is the same caliber as Olive Garden either. I went to a restaurant in Williamsburg that was (surprise!) ran by hipsters. I won’t even mention the name of the restaurant. After all, hipsters are quite sensitive people.
Typically when it gets hot, people go to public pools and run in water sprinklers. In New York City, public pools are crowded, and let’s face it. In a city of millions of people, I’m afraid there may not be enough chlorine to kill all the germs that go into that public pool! But New Yorkers have a reputation for their resilience, and they don’t let 90 degree heat keep them down!
This is an example of what happens when everyone goes to one trend and forgets actual personality. This includes Black Cat Cafe, a simple, yet cozy, cafe in New York City. Continue reading Selling out to the brunch crowd