In SoHo at Gimme Coffee! the baristas are kind and successful because they love coffee and it shows when they brew. A barista with a cycling hat said they are opening a new headquarters on N 6th and Bedford in a couple of months. Daniel Adler asked them about the word malic, which they didn't know, but was on a poster of one of the coffees. It is a crystalline acid found in unripe apples and other fruit.
It was crowded at the bar and a woman watched in awe as he shot his espresso. He rolled it on his tongue and it cooled and became bitter in his mouth after the flavors had changed from amber to cocoa. She said you should have seen your face and he said you're not the first person to tell me that. She was once attractive, and her date was a short Eastern European man with a big bulbous nose and a cleft chin, straight blonde hair and blue eyes. He had a heavy accent when he said No; it sounded like "Naogh." "You should video yourself and put it on youtube," she said. Watch out for it, dear blog audience.
They went to Super Taste for dinner. There were new menus and the staff wore maroon polos with the name of the restaurant in Mandarin on the left breast. His little woman was there and she recognized him even though he hadn't seen her for a year. She brought the hot and spicy beef soups and then the dumplings and stood at her counter like a captain at the helm of his ship, overseeing the slaves working, arms crossed, satisfied. "SHINTONG WAO!" Oh, she runs a tight ship. Her voice is big though she is small and she is gentle too, like a good woman ought to be. And a good man is gentle too, but he knows when to be hard and strong also.
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