cocoa bar

There was no question I was going to be coming to Cocoa Bar on a pretty regular basis. Located directly across the street from my apartment, the 8,347th cafe on 7th Avenue in Park Slope sells chocolate, coffee, and wine, has a big backyard with brick, ivy and mosaic, some comfy indoor space, a cool waitress named Liz, and a cool waiter, Darren, whom I seem to run into everywhere.The toddler mafia hasn’t invaded yet, a blessing if there ever was one.

Once a week or so I’ll head over with my buddy Pit Bull to play some scrabble. I know, we’re cool like that. The coffee is great, and the wine selection is interesting. I’m not a big chocolate fan but Pit Bull is and he says the selection is "good but pedestrian.". Since it seems natural to compare the place to Tea Lounge, I’ll just say neither Tea Lounge location has ever seemed particularly comfortable or authentic, qualities Cocoa posseses. I’m more than happy to head over there and have some of what they’re offering.