First,  I met the 16 month old twins – Grace and Connor – in line before 10:30, with their dad Joe, who ran out of coffee that very morning.  There was Martin Gohde from Sweden – Välkommen – with his cousins, cupping black coffee and a new vintage stool that I couldn’t help but covet as we spoke. I met a daughter, Ruth, with a European accent and Traders Joe’s bag – living in Bed-Stuy, by way of Sheffield London – whose dad stood in line to buy her coffee.

The precised bobbed, red-haired Emma, who just flew in last night from Melbourne, with an accent to prove it. We chatted over her first cup of coffee since her flight, in which she sweared – literally – that her sister is the real coffee connoisseur.

Park Slope local, Holly, lingered with a cup and her friend Jay, who flew in from Dubai for a weekend stay.  As they left, I noticed his fabulous Burberry “shopping satchel” which was right up my alley. #swoon.  There was Kevin, who I snagged while still in line, with hair and specs that were the embodiment of early morning put-together done right. Although, he admitted, he’s always better after his first sip of coffee.