Wont forget my first jet lagged morning in New York. Hungry as hell I stomped towards Soho in need of the Apple shop and sustenance. Fanelli’s menu in the window was a beacon of caffeine, eggs and home fries. Service was prompt and the coffee was bottomless. Maybe not the best ever, but who cares when the space is this gorgeous and my appetite this big. Been there? What you think?
11 am, the place was empty. By 12 it was heaving!
“Can I top that up for you?” Oh yes you can…the American bottomless cup served with a smile, so plain so simple, so perfect.