Thursday, March 03, 2005
russian coffee cart guys, you make my rockin' world go round.
in a city in which very few things are reliably pleasant, i have to give it up for the russian coffee cart guys. they are delighted to see me. they teach me new names for doughnuts. their accents are, pardon me, adorable. and their coffee costs sixty cents, which is about what i can afford for a warm welcome, these days.
