The East Village: not too gentrified, this neighborhood retains a little bit of that old, crazy New York that seems to be fading with time. On one of these eclectic blocks lies a little coffee sanctuary, aptly named Bluebird, since even on a dreary day sunshine seems to stream through its’ windows from somewhere.
It’s a tiny, tiny little place. The seats barely fit one person, and the tables — a coffee, maybe two. Stools serve as window seats to sip and observe the flurry of New Yorkers going here and there. It’s always cozy, warm and inviting, and perhaps the friendliest coffee shop I’ve come across. But I wouldn’t keep coming back if the coffee wasn’t perfect.
Their house brew is usually Counter Culture, and most recently brewing is the Finca Mauritania of El Salvador. One of my all-time favorite coffees, this region offers coffee that is bright and flavorful, certain to impress the coffee connoisseur as well as the novice. Their espresso is also quite delicious, not too bitter but full of flavor, complimenting their cappuccino/mocha/latte milky creations. The baristas are so skilled, you will never experience a poorly poured cappuccino, ever.
Of course, the focus here is the coffee, but Bluebird turns out stellar sandwiches and baked goods to go with your cup(s). Everything is made on the premises, and sandwiches are made to order. Suggested? The sopressata sandwich with pickled peppers is simply tasty, and a ginger cookie with white pepper balances off a cappuccino nicely.
Another perk? You might just run into yours truly, as I’m there much too often.