The blonde behind the counter is very ditsy, and has a Bronx accent. I order a piece of cake and a mocha, but when I point to the cake I want, the cake display changes to a hodge podge of assorted cake slices arranged in concentric circles. She grabs the first slice she can, drops it a few times into the display and finally gets it onto a plate. Then she disappears inside the back room, I think she is going there to make my mocha because I don't see any of the usual machines out front. All this time there is a gaggle of English-speaking women behind me, chattering away and generally being annoying.
I take my cake to a table and sit down, and soon
I give her a 5 and say keep the change and she gushes a lot, and tells