Earlier this year I wrote about a coffee tasting that one of our friends hosted with a new line of gourmet coffee beans, Lamill. Well, I’m not going to say that my blog post gave our friend, Eric, the “press” and start he needed to take Lamill to a wider audience, but I will definitely let you think that if you want.
Eric recently opened Cold Process Coffee & Tea as part of the redevelopment of Pier 57. Pier 57 is a 170,000 square-foot covered, open-air public market. Business are housed in recycled and creatively refitted shipping containers. The market is New York’s first large-scale concentration of year-round, affordable work/sell space for artisans and other small businesses. Cold Process Coffee & Tea made their debut last month and have plans to be there through October. There are currently 4-5 other booths in the space with room to add more.
Cold Process Coffee is a unique way of steeping coffee grounds in room temperature or cold water for an extended period. This lends well to an espresso based iced coffee with more flavor and certainly more caffeine than regular iced coffee.
On Saturday, Matt and I decided to run down along the Hudson River to Eric’s new “office.” As you can see from the pictures, it is an incredible space (much too hip for Matt and me). The only suggestion I would make would be to add some delicious treats to the menu. The counter space looked a little lonely and I bet a homemade chocolate chip cookie and would go great with the iced coffee… now I wonder who you could ask to make you some (wink, wink).
It was very inspirational to see our friend taking a passion and turning it into a business. We were psyched to support Eric and definitely encourage anyone to stop by and get your daily caffeine fix. And who know’s — you just might wait in line behind a celebrity!
Flattered that Philip Seymour Hoffman visited Cold Process Coffee and Tea and like our Iced Latte #amazingactor
A few weeks ago, Matt and I went over to our friend’s office to do a coffee tasting for a line of coffee that he did some marketing work for. Lamill Coffee is a boutique coffee roaster that takes coffee very seriously. They view coffee like fine wine: coffee has notable vintages, is aged, has narrow growing parameters, and most importantly, has the depth and character of a fine wine. And they are on a mission to serve the best coffee in the world.
Matt and I were luck enough to taste a few different beans, all freshly ground and brewed, as we learned all about coffee bean regions, roasting techniques and the proper way to brew coffee. It was definitely an educational and caffeinated experience!
You can find Lamill coffee at either of their two boutique stores in LA, at the Four Seasons or buy the beans online and roast in your own home!
So Matt and I are thinking about moving to Brooklyn. We like the idea of having a bit more space, an actual neighborhood and hopefully an outdoor area where we can set up a sick grill. And while our lease isn’t up until next July, we decided to start scoping out neighborhoods since we don’t know much about Brooklyn.
This weekend we crossed the river for a delicious brunch at The Roebling Tea Room. And while there were a lot (and by a lot oI mean, basically everyone in the restaurant except me and Matt) of hipsters, the food was awesome. I got the baked pancake, which was incredible while Matt got the baked eggs and grits. YUM!
After brunch we stopped by Blue Bottle, an amazing coffee shop that we originally visited during our trip to San Fran last year. We have been obsessed since (more with the trendiness of the brand than the actual coffee) so when we found out that there was a Blue Bottle shop located in Brooklyn we thought “yes, another reason to move to Brooklyn!”
Then we proceeded to walk around Williamsburg for a while, looking at apartment buildings that we could see ourselves living in. I took down addresses for about 10 places so that I could look them up later and hopefully by-pass any broker fees. Eventually we found a building where the rental office was open and they showed us three model units. The first two were nice, but even though they were two bedrooms, the living space was much smaller than our current apartment. But the last apartment they showed us was amazing. It was a duplex with two bedrooms, a lofted office space, two full bathrooms, a staircase and tons of storage. There was a balcony that had views of the river and a park right next door. I was in love!
I thought it might be a little out of our price range but not entirely out of the possibility. With new buildings you can often negotiate great concessions like a month or two free. After the tour, we went back into the office, only to have our dreams shattered… these weren’t apartments available for rent; they were condos available for purchase – and the asking price of my lovely duplex was 1.7 million dollars. Just slightly out of our price range…
Sadly, we rode subway back to Manhattan with a little less bounce in our step. Who knew the outer boroughs could be so cruel. This whole apartment/neighborhood/new lifestyle search might be a little more difficult that we anticipated.
I have blogged about, or at least mentioned, Dunkin Donuts in 8 of my previous posts. Clearly I have a strong love for this company.
It makes me laugh because Abby (my sister) has a serious love hate relationship with Dunkin Donuts. While she likes their vanilla chai tea, she used to date a boy who worked at Dunkin Donuts. She first started dating this boy her senior year in college. After graduation she moved to upstate New York to coach swimming at Hamilton College. She tried to break it off with this boy countless times, but he was blinded by his love. He moved to upstate New York to be near her and when he couldn’t get a job, decided to settle for a position at Dunkin Donuts. He would work during the day and come over to visit Abby after work. When she first told me this, I thought “wow, that is awesome. Free donuts and coffee delivered to your door.” What I didn’t account for was the fact that the smell from Dunkins lingered on his clothes and would fill her apartment. Soon, she was bathed in the sweet smells of donuts and coffee. Apparently, this is NOT something that you want your apartment to smell like day in and day out. Unfortunately for Abby, she had totally captivated this boy’s heart, which was realized fully when he gave her “the deed to his heart” for her Birthday that year (yeah, I can’t make that kind of stuff up). No matter how much disgust she expressed for his odor (and eventually just for him in general), he wouldn’t go away. He was like a lost puppy.
Thankfully, Abby was finally able to end things with this boy. I am not sure how she did it… He was like a child who had to be told “no” over and over before he fully grasped the concept. I have a theory about this boy, but I will save that for another time… (don’t worry Abby, I won’t embarrass you THAT much) He eventually found a girl (now his wife and mother of his child) who appreciated his unmatched loyalty and devotion. It is worth mentioning though that she didn’t have to deal with his Dunkin Donuts “cologne”… however I don’t think that was the only thing Abby had taken issue with…
Thankfully, my relationship with Dunkins has always been a positive one. And now, we are taking our relationship to the next level. I received this early Birthday present in the mail last week. If this isn’t true friendship, then I don’t know what is. I can’t wait to use it one day on my way to work!
Thank you friends at Dunkin Donuts, for not only remembering my Birthday without the aid of Facebook, but also for the sweet present!
I am taking a break today from my vacation re-cap for three reasons:
1. It has come to my attention that many people are jealous of our awesome trip and I don’t want to rub it in further by talking, yet again, about our vacation.
2. All of my vacation pictures are on my computer at home.
3. I had a funny conversation this morning that is worth repeating.
One of my good friends Noelle (author of Jaded Inspiration), and I were chatting online this morning. Typically, we both sit at our desks at work and complain about our lives to each other. Common conversations include the following:
1. Complaining about the fact that we are smarter than everyone else we work with.
2. Complaining about the fact that we are smarter and better looking than our significant others.
3. Our love for Dunkin Donuts
4. Reeses (Noelle’s dog)
5. Emailing/texting each other when the other one isn’t online to figure out what not.
Below is the conversation I had with Noelle this morning:
me: HEY! Noelle: supppppp me: not much. pretending to do work but really working on my wedding Noelle: sweeeet. hows that going me: pretty good. finalizing our save the date and guest list. i can’t decide if i should give you a plus one Noelle: dont bother me: how has bobby (AKA her husband Justin) been behaving lately?
Noelle: hes been fun. he came with me to the gay bar me: no way. that is true love
Noelle: yup. he loves me
So yet again, Noelle has shown me all that I have to look forward to once I am married. Honestly, I can’t wait. Right now, I can’t even convince Matt to watch “Brokeback Mountain” – just wait till we are married!
On my way to work, nearly every morning (though I would appreciate it if you don’t tell my fiance this), I make a stop at Dunkin Donuts to get a medium french vanilla coffee with skim milk and two Splendas . For $1.89, I get a piping hot cup of goodness. It is hard to put into words how much enjoyment I get out of a cup of Dunkin Donuts coffee. For me, it is about so much more than the coffee.
Growing up in New England, Dunkin Donuts are a staple. On nearly every corner, you see one. I remember receiving a text from my sister once when she came to visit me when I was living in Boston that said something like this, “I just walked 5 minutes from the T (the subway, for those of you not from Boston) to your house and passed 4 Dunkin Donuts.” In my home town alone, we had 5 or 6 Dunkin Donuts scattered around… and no high school.
From 5th grade to 8th grade, I was often driven to school in the morning by my mother who worked at the elementary school down the street. Many mornings we stopped at Dunkin Donuts so I could run in and get a maple frosted donut and pick up a medium de-caf with milk and sweet n’ low. I owe her my love of Dunkin Donuts coffee; I think it must be genetic.
This morning, when I stopped in for my coffee, I walked up and stood in line waiting to place my order. Before I even opened my mouth, my coffee was put on the counter, prepared to perfection. It is an incredible thing, when in a city of over 8 million people, the manager of a small, but very busy Dunkin Donuts, knows who I am and how I like my order. I think it took my fiance 6 years to figure this out.
And this is why I love Dunkin Donuts so much. The coffee is good, the memories are close my heart, and they provide the “small town comfort” that is so easily lost in the city.
America runs on Dunkin… and I am proud to be an American!