On my more adventurous mornings when I get my act together, I take the longer, non-Manhattan path to work, up through Greenpoint, across the Pulaski Bridge and into Long Island City, Queens where I pick up Stumptown coffee from Sweetleaf. I must not have had my act together much lately, because when I popped in today, the entire interior had changed -- and doubled in size. Lots of subway tiles, raw wood and antiques. Pretty great. The coffee and pasteries aren't bad, either.
I will never understand addresses in Queens, but theirs is:
10-93 Jackson Ave.