Today, I found three places in New York that I hope I never find again. They are the following:
1. Starbucks — 6th Ave & Waverly Place. I stopped in here today to wait for a friend who was running a bit behind schedule. I ordered a sweetened iced coffee. I was asked if I would like room for milk, and I said “no.” When my name was called, I found an iced coffee with room waiting for me at the end of the bar. The caraf of half and half (I like just a splash—no need for room) was empty. I had the barista top off my coffee and get some more half and half. I took a sip—it was unsweetened. Basically, they did the opposite of everything that I asked.
2. Pho 32 & Shabu — St. Mark’s, between 3rd & 2nd Ave. For starters, when my friend asked the waiter if they had egg noodles instead of rice noodles, his response was, “What’s that?” *side eye* The food was pretty decent, but the booth was capped with a giant slab of wood that left barely any room to slide out. By the time we’d finished eating, I had forgotten this detail and slammed my knee into it so hard that it is still stiff and throbbing almost an hour later.
3. Ninth Street Espresso — 9th Street & Avenue C. Come here for the most pretentious coffee you’ve ever had in your life, served by a miserable barista in a stupid beanie hat, in a coffee shop with no working outlets. Cash only.
^ Ninth Street Espresso