The Elk | New York, NY.

 

Spending nine days in the Pacific Northwest reminded me of two things:

  1. I love spending time outdoors and realize I need to find time to get out of the city more often.
  2. I will always have an irrevocable love for coffee.

I know what you're thinking, Tommy, this is old news. You're a caffeine addict who loves talking about it. 

This is all true. There is no way in God's green Earth that I could deny this fact. I, Tommy Engstrom, am stupidly in love with coffee. I used to hate Keurig coffee. I drink that now. I love me a good trenta iced coffee from Starbucks. A nice latte or cappuccino from The Elk in NYC? Yup, I am on board with that as well. Moral of the story, there are very few types of coffee that I dislike. Although, don't try to give me the frou-frou sweet drinks. I am not about that life. I like my coffee plain and simple.

A coffee shop is something much more than just a place to indulge in your caffeine fix. For me, it is a place where I can go and sit in peace and quiet. Where I can enjoy a latte while reading a great novel or magazine. I am able to go with a friend and catch up on each others lives. I am able to go and watch the world pass around me, witnessing, if only for a moment, what the lives of those around me look like.

The Elk is a small little coffee shop tucked back on a West Village street. Large windows fill the front facade and light spills into the space. People sitting at the bar, typing away on their laptops. A mother feeding her child fresh fruit while she sips on a coffee. Men and women filing in and out to pick up a cup before they head off to work. The Elk is not just a coffee shop. It is a peak into the lives on New Yorkers. It is an escape from the busy streets and pressures of work. It is an excuse to get away and do nothing more than enjoy. Enjoy a book. Enjoy life. Enjoy conversation. Enjoy coffee.

tommy.

A special thanks to Claire Chan for helping make this article possible!