I’m not mad at his new found energy….me, if I dont have a strong cuppa joe by noon, I’m basically a vegetable. A vegetable with a bad headache. Speaking of which….its not easy to find a good coffee in Harlem. Starbucks tastes like burnt bark. I love the cafe con leche at the Spanish restaurants, but the condensed milk is a bit heavy for everyday. My favorite is the Stumptown coffee that my sister sends from Portland. Or the Illy espresso that I fell in love with (read: developed a heroin-like addiction to) during a trip to Italy. But when you just wanna walk a few blocks for your fix….its slim pickin’s.

(thanks to BoBo)