Hello Little Blogosphere!
When you step down into Fresco, you’re welcomed by string lights and cookies in glass enclosures à la the rose encasement in Beauty and the Beast. The color scheme is white and beige and almost asks you to paint a canvas. The baristas are as alternative as the fedoras that adorn the side wall, and as nice as normal. The coffee is pretty bad. The seating is plenty, and, at 11:48 a.m. on a Monday, it’s a quiet place to do work or think about how your life is changing or just think about puppies or answer the emails you’ve been avoiding.
If you read this blog, it’s very likely that you know me. And if you know me, then you’ll also know that I just moved from Harlem to East Village. I’m looking for a new coffee house to blog from. Since East Village is percolating with coffee joints, it may be hard for me to find a home base. Fresco is a contender.
Power Outlets: Few.
Wi-Fi: Yes. Password: mango123
Noise Level: Low to medium.
Hours: 8:00 a.m.- 11:30 p.m.
Patrons: mostly visitors
Music Playing: I honestly cant discern the lyrics well enough to tell you, but just some soft indie tunes.