This place didn’t feel like a coffee shop. It was rather a friendly, warm, and familiar hangout where friends and neighbors stopped by, and everyone took the time to enjoy a slow cup of coffee. Every cup was made with care and nothing was rushed… even in Brooklyn.
And, yes, despite being a little late, we did something we never think of doing… we waited for our cups of coffee and chatted with Dominic. Thankfully, Monica forgave her with a big smile when we apologized and presented her a cup of this slow hot coffee.
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