Chillin’ at the park

For the third time, I took my Thursday coffee companion, Mario, around Bushwick. Last year, we had pizza and espresso at Fortunata’s, but on each subsequent Mario visit we have instead had pizza at Roberta’s, his new favorite place, far from Houston Street though it may be. While the coffee at Roberta’s is fine — they use Lavazza from the black can and make it in a “moka” — we were still undercaffeinated after having drunk an entire bottle of wine between us. Yeah it’s only 2pm by this point, so what.

After a pit stop at my place (bumped into Aaron on the way!) to show off my new and improved garden (we’ve reclaimed a full 1/3 of the yard from the trash monsters!), we headed to the park to sit and watch the neighborhood at leisure. The sun in the central plaza was a bit intense, so we cut the park visit short and headed to “mafia coffee” — our nickname for Caffe Europa on Wyckoff. We had another entertaining and jittery (high-octane stuff) time among the chattering old Italian men before I deposited Mario at the DeKalb L stop and said goodbye.

On the way home I made my way back through the park, stopping at the corner of Starr for a tamarind piragua. The piragua man was Mexican, though, and I didn’t like the texture of the ice. Too crunchy, not grainy enough. I slurped and chomped and inevitably spilled sticky brown juice on my shirt, all the way home.

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