Seat at an empty counter in a Greek diner in Manhattan
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a big wedge of baklava
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bottomless cup of coffee
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The New York Times
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:45 minutes to kill
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HEAVEN on EARTH, my friends.
mmmmm. baklava math!
Exile on Pain Street
Straddling the Hudson River. One foot in NYC, the other in suburban New Jersey.
Exile on Pain Street 
Don’t hate me or anything but I’m not really too fond of Baklava. I’d eat it if it was there and I had to to be polite, but otherwise…Glad you enjoyed it tho!
who says math sucks? that’s good math. tasty, warm and relaxing math… should teach it in schools!
E: Of COURSE I don’t hate you! Check back with baklava in another 10 years. I didn’t like it at first, either.daisy: Yes, baklava + coffee is the equation for comfort food. In a Greek way!
mmmm…baklava…breakfast of champions! and with a nice coffee… delicious.
Baklava is yummy.
Oh god, I love baklava. Good baklava. Bad baklava is kind of a sin against humanity.