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Big, empty spaces are hard to find in Manhattan. I think that’s why New Yorkers lust over unfurnished apartments and minimalist art studios. Elsewhere Espresso gives the illusion of space. The floors are black, the walls are white tile and light blue, the doorframe is maroon, but it all melts together.
I’m currently sitting on one of the wooden benches, drinking an almond milk latte. My norm is black coffee, but the espresso machine in Elsewhere is enticing. The barista steamed the milk methodically, holding the frothing pitcher like a child. The coffee is good and can only be enhanced by the fact that the shop is quiet with good wi-fi.
I found this shop the day I moved into my new apartment. I came in on a sunny afternoon and there was a group of young actors and theatre rats ordering non-dairy lattes. It sickened me to a certain extent.
As I’ve started coming here consistently in the mornings, I’ve noticed that their tried and true regular is an older man with a Boston Terrier. And like most Boston Terriers, it looks like it would rather be elsewhere.
Power Outlets: Few.
Noise Level: Low.
Hours: 7:00 a.m.- 7:00 p.m.
Patrons: insufferable artists and the village elite