I’m not even sure what got me first. The place itself or that salted caramel latte everyone in New York seems weirdly addicted to.
One minute I was just walking through SoHo, and the next I was standing in what I’m convinced is the prettiest corner of it, completely distracted by the vibe, the light, the energy… and then that coffee showed up and honestly made everything worse (in the best way).
It’s the kind of café where you tell yourself you’re “just stopping for a quick drink,” and then suddenly you’re planning your whole afternoon around staying a little longer…