"In New York, I was always envious of people who could walk into a coffee place and the guy behind the counter would know them so well he would just start fixing their order, without any exchange of words. It took me more than 10 years to get to that stage, but at the very end of my tenure in New York I finally achieved it: I would enter my little spot on Eighth Avenue and, with nothing more than maybe a nod of acknowledgment, my buddy prepared my personal choice: drip coffee with steamed milk."I love this little story. It took him more than 10 years, but it only took me one day, the guy behind the counter of Bagel House has already remembered me and my housemate. Ice white mocha!!!!!
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