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"I sat in Toby’s Estate Coffee in the West Village at 10 a.m., surrounded by a crowd of earnest working stiffs, with frequent hisses from the steam lever; perched on a low stool I drank mycortado with the Times spread across my lap, and the whole scene — the cramped bustle and ritual of morning coffee — made me almost giddy with delight." - Robert Sietsema