Think about a plain-toasted bagel with cream cheese and strawberry jam. Think about it.
Think Coffee.
22/23OCT13. Inwood & Lower East Side, NYC.
I spent my last morning in Alkantara Bakery where I had what has essentially been dubbed “The Jackie,” an egg, cheese, tomato, and onion breakfast mannouche all rolled up into an easy-to-hold (and devour) sandwich. So good! I will miss this place so much.
Below: “The Jackie” laid out flat and THEN rolled up!
AUG13. Beirut, Lebanon.
AUG/SEP13. Lebanon.
My morning ritual: wake up, get dressed, walk over to Alkantara to see two of my favorite people who welcome me with smiles. They give me a ‘big’ coffee and feed me delicious mannouche. It is SO fresh. Literally, right out of the oven. When I think of Beirut, I’ll think of Alkantara and the friendships I’ve made.
AUG13. Beirut, Lebanon.
In this process of revamping my blog, I’ve been forced to start from the beginning, 2012, and work my way forward. I now find myself in July 2013, in Beirut, Lebanon. And I remember this day as though it were yesterday. I wandered into a neighborhood with my camera and just started snapping away, not taking into account the potential dangers of doing such a thing. I did start to notice lots of Bashar al-Assad posters and at the time, I didn’t think anything of it – I just wanted pictures of the ‘life’ of the neighborhood. I may very well have been in a Sunni Islamist area with people, rightfully so, suspicious of this American just walking around taking photos. Men started yelling out of the windows at me – in Arabic, but I got the ‘gist’ from their tones…and a woman who spoke some English came over to me and walked me out of the neighborhood explaining to me that it wasn’t safe for me to be there.
21JUL13. Beirut, Lebanon.
About 90 minutes outside of Bogotá is a cool day trip to Fusagasugá, a quiet little town with lots of character. We visited Hacienda Coloma, a small coffee farm with amazing coffee.
Apparently, the buildings are 150 years old and were originally built as a refuge for Germans in WWII. After that, they were a monastery, and then finally, they are what they continue to be now: a coffee farm.
The beans above are actually not good because they’ve been over-roasted.
Open daily, Avenida Las Palmas via Tibacuy, Fusagasugá, Colombia. Tel: +571.867.3951 – Reservations: +57.1.547.2500 ext 108 info@haciendacoloma.com.co
3NOV12. Fusagasuga, Colombia.