Monday, 8:25AM and I am sitting at 71 Irving Place Coffee and Tea Bar trying to recapture the cafe culture I experienced over the past three weeks in Tel Aviv. There is no city in the world like New York, which alone could be proven by my walk across the Brooklyn Bridge this morning. Alone for most of the span, dampness and wind making their way in and around my open jacket. Grey clouds passing over New York Harbor and the Staten Island ferry across. But, there is no city like Tel Aviv for a double strength cappuccino meaningful conversation or simple appreciation for the former IDF girl who now efficiently delivers rich and creamy ceramic cups of morning, afternoon or evening. Now sipping burned milk and weak taste I slip back to an open store front, the bustle of a changing city moving under god rays piercing overhanging trees. Perhaps tomorrow the Manhattan Bridge and a visit to Gimmie! Coffee, the one coffee bar that has raised the bar in New York. I just don't want to default to Israeli born Aroma, that would just be pathetic and in bad taste.