Café Regular

starts my day.

It’s the only way

To fly.

-Amelia Earhart

 

Forget drinking tea.

Coffee is king, but they

Serve tea too, if you want.

-Akira Kurosawa

 

Drink lattes.

Drink lattes from Cafe Regular.

I do.

And I’m a better person for it.

-Ben Franklin

I step into Cafe Regular. The Parisian-type surroundings appeal to my inner Amelie. I order a latte ($2.50) from the Irish guy behind the bar. I can’t decide if he’s shy or grumpy. Or both. He creates my latte. I sit on the school-desk-type bench against the wall and take my first sip. It’s velvet. It’s poetry. It’s all that is good in this world poured into a cup. It’s a revelation.

 

If you’re into deep, flavorful goodness without any bitterness (they use La Colombe coffee), then this is the place for you.  Many people order their coffees to-go, but these people who grab and go miss out on soaking up the atmosphere and chuckling at Martin’s dry humor.  Most importantly, there is no way that coffee can taste as good in a paper cup as it does in a ceramic one.

 

Do you need a hard-boiled egg (50 cents), a tasty baked good ($2), or a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice ($3)? Would you like to escape the city for 10 minutes and rejuvenate yourself with the highest quality coffee being served in New York?  Cafe Regular awaits.  Be forewarned: you may be inspired to poetry.

 

Stepping into Cafe Regular is like stepping into a time machine.

 

behind the counter and a photo of Martin in days gone by

 

 details, my friends, details

 

the furthest corner of the cafe and a close up of the reason I return

 

Cafe Regular
318 11th Street, just below 5th Ave.
Park Slope, Brooklyn, New York
718.768.4170 

 

 

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