LOVE STREET COFFEE
Union Square South
(by the Regal Theater)
New York City

Back in grad school, before I really cared about coffee, I would stand on line at a breakfast cart every morning. "Extra light and sweet please" I'd say. I loved it. But of course I did; it was like drinking candy, but I'm pretty sure it was terrible coffee. I've dropped over fifty pounds since then and, since I no longer sweeten my joe, I'd like to think that I can taste the difference between the quality and the not (but don't quote me).

Coffee cups in the hands of pedestrians have been synonymous with New Yorkers since the 1970s spawned the blue, Greek diner cups. These days, you're more likely than not to see the green Starbucks logo, but it's by no means the exclusive caffeinated hand-warmer out there. On Union Square this particular day, I saw and decided to try, Love Street Coffee, a coffee house on wheels. Finally, high end coffee without all those pesky doors to open.

And it was good. Smooth, not too foamy. It was real coffee, a real latte, not that fake crap some places try to convince you to drink by coating it in chocolate syrup. Yes, the coffee I bought from the side of a truck with the license plate hanging on by a thread and parked in a litter-strewn gutter was pretty damn good. I think that a lot of people could learn to love Love.