My very favorite cafe in New York is bread (on spring and mott). There’s something magical and alluring about the place. The people who work there are charming and engaging, the food is delicious, and the vibe is a perfect blend of stylish and carefree. I’ll only dine there alone or with those very special to me, and every time I’m there, I experience an overwhelming amount of inspiration and creativity. It’s quite brilliant!
While dining there this afternoon with Tatiana, our lovely waiter Cacho Falcon approached the table and his shirt immediately captivated our attention. We both commented on our love for his shirt and particularly its message. Some minutes later, he returned to the table wearing a new shirt. In his hand was the old shirt, which he gave to Tat as a gift. (How unexpected and lovely!)
It turns out that all the art on the walls of bread (the art I’ve found myself getting lost in and captivated by, in all of my previous visits) is art he created. Amazing!
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