Give me Coffee and TV

There’s a cheesecake shop right around the corner from my house. It CLAIMS to be the best cheesecake in NY, but since I’m no cheesecake connoisseur (I’ve only warmed up to cheesecake in recent years), I tend to enjoy their continental cookie-type deals. This afternoon, after some business at the Post Office, I decided to get some biscuits and coffee for afternoon tea.

I’m happy to report that their coffee is good. Very good. But the most significant element to report here is that the smell of coffee, baked goods and the twang of the Polish ladies behind the counter reminded me so much of my good ol’ mother back home. Awww.