Tuesday, 2 October 2012 Comments Off
It was all white with an industrial grey floor. They served coffee in mason jars – some with handles. Huge things, I could never finish a whole serving. Eventually I began to have my coffee in half-filled takeaway cups.
Apart from the portion sizes, it all seemed very familiar. On my first trip to New York some years ago I was often overwhelmed by a feeling of déjà vu - mainly because I'd seen so much of it in films and on TV growing up.
This was different; this new Brooklyn had more in common with todays gentrified Dalston than it did with anything I'd witnessed back then.
That 'home from home' feeling would come to an abrupt end, however, as soon as I boarded the subway into Manhattan.
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- Author: Jason Jules
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