A java-lover's favorite that only downtown office workers seem to know about. You'll wake up and smell the coffee long before you make it through the door here. The rich aromatic brews served up by the man himself are the kind of ambrosia that makes Starbucks drinkers weep. You might even forgive the 1980s Italian pop percolating through the shop.
Hidden in plain view, this is arguably downtown's best for a cup of coffee.