Tillie's says hello ... but I see no whoopie pies for you, unfortunately.
I just looked out the window at the brownstones, corner store, golden foliage, taxi cabs and bicyclists and just about began frothing at the mouth. I'm about to overdose on Brooklynness, sitting here in a ur-artistic coffee shop on my brand new laptop with my iced chai tea. Also with me: the print edition of the Atlantic; computer running Tweet Deck (just downloaded today), New York magazine cover story on how Mayor Bloomberg controls the entire city; youtube cycling through videosongs by the painfully awesome twee indie music duo Pomplamoose.
So yeah, I'm about to make like the "junkie bitch" on Sons of Anarchy and stroke out on the floor. I'm just sorry you're not here with me.
NYMag on Bloomberg
... wait ...
is that lady at the table out front pretending those dolls are her babies? ...
i think she is.
remind me not to sit near her.