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#RoamingReggie

The Morning Brooklyn Was On Fire

Reggie Leonard II

It felt like the day was yawning. Not the sleepy type of yawning, but the yawning that comes from waking up refreshed, albeit a bit disoriented, slightly blurry vision and all. The kind that finds you wrapped in your favorite sweater or blanket, ambling down the hallway for your morning brew, and eagerly anticipating the slow morning that awaits you. Last weekend, I woke up in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, with an hour to spare; with an hour to breathe it all in. 

No bikers, no pedestrians, just a piercing silence. 

No bikers, no pedestrians, just a piercing silence. 

Coffee was an inevitable part of this morning, so I knew that I needed some nourishment to stave off the otherwise certain jitters that accompany caffeine on an empty stomach. Since I'm a sucker for good branding, I stopped in my tracks when I noticed Gotan along my route. I opted for an almond croissant, my favorite breakfast on slow Saturday mornings. This time, I ate it on the go. 

Loved my almond croissant from here. I need to try their Ginger Turmeric Golden Chai next time. 

Loved my almond croissant from here. I need to try their Ginger Turmeric Golden Chai next time. 

I kept it moving, strolling down Wythe Ave to the sounds of "Kids" by OneRepublic.  I was met with typical city sights of art juxtaposed with decaying buildings.

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Looking forward to my cup of coffee, I broke the monotony in my stride when something caught my attention. In searching for quotes to describe what I saw, I came across a simple, adequate sentiment.

Dawn was breaking, like the light from another world.
— Alfred Jarry - The Supermale

It felt like the city was on fire. It was perfect. I "cheesed" (smiled) the entire rest of the way to the coffee shop. The light was revelatory.

After marveling for a few minutes at several storefronts along Wythe Ave, I finally rounded the corner to Grand Street, where I arrived at my destination: Devoción. 

What I love most about Devoción, aside from the obviously lively and exceptionally well manicured aesthetic, is what I love most about the product of coffee: culture.

Every one of the coffees at Devoción come solely from Colombia. In the era of "third wave" coffee where every shop is clamoring to source single-origin beans from around the globe, they take an incredibly bold, and focused approach to coffee. The most amazing part is that each of their coffees taste incredibly distinct, and I find myself inspired by that diversity whenever I visit this shop. 

Unfortunately, with my time being limited, my empty mug meant that it was my time to leave. 

I ended up buying this guy's (Zack Orion) EP for $10. I love it. He reminded me of Glen Hansard in "Once." So much fire and conviction in his voice, and in his sound.

I ended up buying this guy's (Zack Orion) EP for $10. I love it. He reminded me of Glen Hansard in "Once." So much fire and conviction in his voice, and in his sound.

After walking to the Charlottesville train station, catching a train to DC, missing my bus then catching another from DC to NYC, and making it to the Mercury Lounge at 7:30pm on the dot to see Tom Misch (and Carmody) perform his (their) first show in the U.S. on Friday, this Saturday morning in Williamsburg was the eye in the "perfect storm" of a weekend. What an hour.