11th Street Cafe — Restaurant in New York

Once upon a time in the Village lived a little girl names Goldilocks. One day, while clad in a beret and smoking on the corner, she was struck with an intense fatigue and knew only one solution: a hot cup of coffee. She tossed her smoldering Parliament to the curb and shlepped to the nearest coffee house: Blue Bottle Coffee. Inside, the barista, clad in all black gave her a curt nod. Goldilocks looked around nervously. There wasn’t even a place to sit down, and all of the cabinets were faux-Scandinavian! Panic bubbled up in her throat. “Too cold!” she turned and sprinted outside. Still feeling dreary, she wandered a bit further until she came across a colorful storefront labeled The Bean. Bouncing music drifted from inside. Feeling parched, she wandered in, where barista’s smiled and fluorescent murals covered the walls. All around her were stained glass lamps, jovial college kids and so many textures. Her blonde hair began to sweat under her beret. “Too hot!” she screamed, once again fleeing to the busy street. She wandered aimlessly West in a state of delirium, in part from emotional trauma, and in part from her crippling caffein addiction. She walked aimlessly all the way to 11th street until she was hit by the most delicious smell of fresh coffee and assorted baked goods. She stopped in her tracks and looked up at an unassuming but friendly coffee shop: 11th Street Café. Inside, she was greeted by pleasant jazz, smiling baristas, cozy seats, Wi-Fi, outlets, and a recently renovated bathroom. She ordered a Café Au Lait and a home-made biscuit and finally sat down among other Villagers. When she took a sip, she sighed with relief: “Ahhh… Just right!” And in that café, she lived...

Today, I ordered a small cappuccino with whole milk. After receiving my order, I tried my coffee and realized that the milk was spoiled. I returned back to the the cafe instantly and asked to get a new cup of coffee. I politely explained to the woman that the milk is not good and that I would like a new coffee. The woman, who also is the owner, gave me a nasty attitude. She contradicted me by saying that the milk is not spoiled and that it is good until May 20. I explained to her that not only me but my sisters and mother had also tried the coffee and said that it was spoiled. The customer service here is very terrible. I do not recommend going here and I definitely will not be returning. Worst...

Stopped by here after seeing it last week during my very roundabout morning commute. Today, I had the best breakfast sandwich outside of my native South, the Buttermilk Biscuit with egg, actual cheddar cheese, and sausage. Big, hearty---excellent biscuit. I'm going to ask where they get them from next time I'm there or if they make them in-house. Loved, loved, loved it. Had a fresh pressed Cucumber Chill too, also good but an acquired taste methinks. UPDATE: returned a week later and had same biscuit but with bacon, ahhhh, bacon (my wife usu forbids it these days, shhhhh) and it was a again delicious, so they seem to be...