Coffee and the Exam Stress

You order coffee from a grumpy lady who chews on her decaying chewing gum; plays with the plaster on her right hand as she steams the milk. She stares blankly at the wall in front, and then dumps the liquid in a paper cup. That is my morning cuppa.

It is moments like these that make me reminisce about Gorilla Coffee, Brooklyn, New York. For that one month, it was my morning panacea; it made all the wrong right. Walking in at 8.30am, the cafe was already busy with local writers penning their thoughts, surfing the net for ideas, there was a snaking queue. The men and women behind the counter had only one passion: delivering brilliant coffee.

I miss Brooklyn. If she were a girl, I would drop everything and live with her. Just be with her against all the odds. Now, I'm not sure if its Brooklyn or Jazz. Brooklyn or Jazz.

Don't stress my dear. For now, its Exams.

happiest times |Gorilla Coffee | brooklyn, new york

cuppa passion | Gorilla Coffee | brooklyn, new york

Uncle T