My latest career networking target suggested we meet in SoHo, at the cafe in the McNally Jackson bookstore. This bookstore is of the sort that makes you never want to enter a Barnes & Noble again. Yes, it loves itself, as independent bookstores often do, but you will love it too.
On this Thursday morning I was there for a couple hours and there was always at least one table available at the cafe. The hot chocolate was excellent (it was explained to me that they offer dark and milk, but my barista--Jerry--had blended them because the milk is too sweet and the dark is too bitter), although the raspberry scone was a little salty.
You have to insert a quarter to use the bathroom in the bookstore, and when you do, you are treated to a sign that says they're not engaged in a pathetic attempt to get another 25 cents out of you, but rather are trying to discourage use of the bathroom by intravenous drug users, whose needles apparently do horrible things to the plumbing. This is not, to be clear, a place I would picture drug users shooting up. It was amusing.
All this to say, if you need a book or a hot chocolate or a bathroom in SoHo, don't hesitate to visit McNally Jackson.
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