We met at about 930am on a Monday morning which was too early, like 5 hours too early if you're operating on New York time, to see the "long lines of Sigerson Morrison addicts, mustachioed artistes" & Nolita fashpack strut the sidewalks of Mott Street...but don't you worry, I saw the appeal of this highly recommended French-Moroccan inspired cafe none the less.
I don't think I'll ever be able to think of this place and not feel the corners of my mouth curl up as I replay the scene of me not-so-elegantly dabbing excess lemon juice from my avocado on 7 grain toast to a napkin between each bite, and stifling my giggles so not to attract the attention of the rather snooty waitresses (sorry - I know they're probably just bitter that they have a day job and have to wear rather shapeless muck green skirts...much like myself as I angrily muddle limes Fri-Sun). Oh and Hannahs too big for the plate toast (baguette)...that also made us laugh.
Cafe Gitane 242 Mott Street (between Houston & Prince), New York.
Photos: Rachel Kara
good day!!! and thanks for reminding me of all the laughter that we had.. another reason we were laughing??? SO EARLY. SO EARLY. that's probably why I jumped down your throat at the mention of kinfolk! I was still asleep so I thought it was a dream! ha.
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Love seeing your travel shots, perfect for afternoon escapism!
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