Hello Little Blogosphere,
Let me preface this review by saying that I hate Midtown. Midtown Manhattan is the urban equivalent of a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of a shoe. It’s sticky and collects anything, good, bad, or disgusting. It’s loud; it’s busy; it’s largely avoided by locals unless we work there. But, around the corner from Carnegie Hall and a amid the Trump-owned real estate capitol, Tisserie 55 is an accommodating bright spot for locals and tourists alike.
The Broadway-esque sign and raw wood side tables give Tisserie the illusion of trying to be hipster, but its not trying too hard. This shop brews Stumptown coffee and carries an array of carbs. I had a lemon poppy seed muffin and an iced coffee. Scott also got an iced coffee. “On a scale of one to ten? One being truly awful, and ten being the best coffee of my life?” he asked.
We both gave it 6/10.
The most enjoyable part of Tisserie other than the attentive baristas is their wall decorations which subtly make fun of their location. The wait is a little lengthy, but considering that they deal with the constant barrage of incompetence provided by tourons (part tourist, part moron), I’d say Tisserie is #winning.
Power Outlets: Few.
Wi-Fi: Yes. Password: tisserie55
Noise Level: Loud to louder.
Seating: Two person tables, and a large communal table.
Hours: 7:00 a.m.- 8:00 p.m.
Patrons: Corporate suits and fanny-pack wielding tourists.