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THE GRIND 7/12: Ludlow Coffee Supply

THE GRIND 7/12: Ludlow Coffee Supply

176 Ludlow Street (between Houston and Rivington St. on the Lower East Side)

Ludlow has only been in its current space for a little over two years and it seems to get trendier every time I stop in.  It has always been a very busy coffeeshop, and this past Sunday was no exception, with a line snaking out the front door.

They played the entirety of the new Kendrick album in the hour that I was sitting there, and their message board is currently emblazoned with a Kid Cudi lyric.

 
 

There is a record player, wood-lined stereo system, a box of vinyl albums, a persian carpet, and black-and-white photographs of Keith Haring hanging on the walls. If that isn’t Lower East Side hipster aesthetic, I really don’t know what is.

 
 

I am always up to discover new places, so if you have any suggestions for where I should review next in the New York area, comment below or email postgrad17@gmail.com. Stay tuned!

 

 

There are succulents and cacti large ceramic pots placed on every communal table and tucked away in almost every corner. There is also limited seating and the circular marble tables situated in front of the window seats are the definitely the most coveted. The front half of the space is flooded with natural light, and the back half feels like you’re walking into a retro living room.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Needless to say, this cafe is very photogenic, so more likely than not you will see someone taking a photo of their coffee at some point (guilty as charged!).  But looks aside, Ludlow Coffee Supply has one of the strongest, most flavorful cortados that I’ve had in awhile.  They grind their own blend out in Red Hook, the flavor is rich without being bitter, and goes down really smoothly.  Of the few coffee spots I’ve been to in the Lost East Side, Ludlow is by far my favorite in the neighborhood.

 

 

 

 

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