By Father Tony
I am inclined to rave about the excellent coffee offered at Joe, but that is probably because I am beginning an experiment in body management today. Even though I consume coffee and wine in moderation and have no health problems related to their daily ingesting, I realized a few days ago that it has been many years since I experienced a day without those commodities. I wondered if perhaps it might be good to embark upon a finite abstention just to see how life feels without them, because I have rather forgotten how life feels without them. They are my norm.
How does it feel thus far? It is almost noon, and I seriously miss the ritual of my morning coffee more than the coffee itself although I fully expect some physical reactions to show up within a day or two. I miss the warmth and weight of the mug and the feeling of privately and specifically engineered indulgence. I know I will miss this again at lunch.
I won't be reaching for a glass of red wine until this evening so there's nothing yet to report about that.
I heartily recommend the coffee at Joe on West 23rd Street (There are other NYC locations), but at this point I would drink gas station coffee and am questioning the merits of this experiment.