I was so psyched when I was directed to Café Grumpy to meet a friend. First of all, how cute is the name?? “Meet me at Café Grumpy.” I don’t know, I think it sounds…cute. And paired with the mad-face logo, and enticing photos on their website, thought it would be this wonderful, tucked away gem on 20th St.
After walking one avenue and six streets up in the 25°F weather, I wanted nothing more than to just have that warm cup of coffee in my hands. At Café Grumpy. So cute.
I was late (typical), and my friend, Mona, said she was just about to do some work, but they had a “no laptops” policy. I wouldn’t have expected less from a place named Grumpy. I thought it was kind of nice though — a strictly social cafe. Perfect for catching up. Only I didn’t realize they were closing up in ten minutes at 9pm.
I ordered a latte to go, which took some time for the barista to make. I was still so excited for my hot drink that would have a pretty design in the thin layer of foam just like the pictures on their website. It did look pretty — only it wasn’t hot. It was barely lukewarm. I would have asked him to warm it up, but they were closing and I didn’t want to be annoying.
Coldish coffee is one thing — this didn’t even taste good. As in, my stomach felt funny afterwards. As in, maybe the milk wasn’t good? As in, so not worth the $3.50.
BUT, I’ve read that the original outpost in Greenpoint, Brooklyn is supposed to be 10x better — apparently one of the best coffeehouses in NYC. Sad that the Chelsea one was so disappointing this time. There was still a whole menu of roasts that I thought I maybe should have tried instead. Maybe because it was closing time and the barista, who was actually really nice, was probably just rushed which lead to a subpar latte.
Whatever the case, my stomach still feels funny. So not cute.
224 West 20th St.
Btw 7th and 8th Ave.
New York, NY 10011