Sometimes you gotta be where you don’t want to be and you need an oasis (of espresso) to quell your fears and anxiety. I work in Midtown and the only comfort I have from the bustle of suits is a swedish espresso bar called Fika, tucked on 58th St, between 5th & 6th. When you walk in, all the insanity stays outside. Plus, their chocolate balls are to die for.
Border Patrol: Konditori Swedish Espresso Bar
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Beavis and Butthead: “Haha. You said ‘chocolate balls.'”
Agreed, Konditori is great.