A few years ago I decided that I was officially a New Yorker. I decided this because I had learned how to do everything – find my MetroCard, send a text message, order take out, cook breakfast – one-handed, because the left hand has a coffee cup permanently attached to it. I am the first to admit that I’m a coffeeholic. As far as addictions go, it could be worse, but still. The amount of coffee I (and most New Yorkers) consume is just ludicrous. I have a coffee in front of me right now while I write this. It seems that each neighborhood in Manhattan has a few options for coffee. Huge chains, like Starbucks, and smaller indie coffee shops.
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