Real life has a nasty habit of muscling in on the fantasy

I never thought I’d replace Cork Coffee Roasters after moving to New York.

There’s neither rhyme nor reason to how I managed to find a bit of sanctuary in there with my paper or book.

It’s as loud and cramped as you’d expect any modern cafe to be. But there’s that coffee and that view of Shandon and all the backs and forths on Bridge Street.