It’s almost worse when you WORK there. Serving all these delicious, tasty frou-frou beverages to people that you KNOW won’t enjoy them as you do, as only you could. Each drink, so lovingly prepared, then surrendered, to unworthy customers—many of whom do not tip well enough!

It takes so much self restraint to wait until after my shift; a time when I can fully enjoy and partake in the frou-frou.

I (would like to think) that I have few vices; however, coffee . . . scratch that: ESPRESSO is definitely one of them. In latte/mocha form. And how.

NYC better have a Bollo’s equivalent. And they better let me pull my own espresso shots.

You, too, are missed.