Not as much of a blog as a dedication. I don’t rate Starbuckses.
But, the line at the Washington Square Park Starbucks is stuck in my memory.
The all-day hours during finals time (where the below picture comes from) gave me a place to find solace from Bobst or study till 8:15AM for International Economics.
The bathroom key – something I’ve come to accept as more of a figment of communal imagination than something I actually sought to find.
The clientele it kept caffeinated including celebrities that tended to waltz in and out on odd days of which you’d hear about mid-afternoon.
The entrance doors and then the actual entry doors. Not the ones that led to the basement and where I had my Prague orientation on the right, but the ones directly in front of you which will hit you in the face if you’re not paying attention.
If you’re wondering where the title of this blog comes from, keep scrolling. Urbandictionary has an entry on it.
Don’t come here for service. Don’t even come here for Starbucks.
Come here if your a poor NYU student with only meal swipes.
Come here if you’ve been sexiled from your dorm room.
Come here if you have nowhere else to go.