The two dudes are so professional, they could be Star Fleet officers.
A few years ago, the famous Zibetto opened, about 3 blocks from my office. I didn’t get around to having a coffee there till the day before yesterday
When I started working full time after many years in grad school and other shady non-occupations, my friend Dennis wisely advised me to save my first morning coffee for the office. It lets you semi-sleep as long as possible and cheers you up in the moment when you realize that you’re actually at work.
This is coffee
A couple days ago, however, I overshot my subway stop, putting Zibetto on my way to the office on a day when I was, oddly enough, early. So I had a double machiatto at the counter.
See?
Fully half the clientele were speaking Italian. The coffee was delicious. The two dudes running the place were quietly awesome. (Certain kinds of barista-proprietors are the new bartenders in New York. See also Cafe Regular in Park Slope.)
I stood next to the guy in the pink shirt, in the first photo. He was drinking a latte and wearing sunglasses, indoors, at 9 am.
But then, Zibetto is very, very shiny.
Shiny
