What very well might be the finest, most reverential coffee shop in Manhattan, Joe – whose employees jump through hoops (i.e. specialty courses and testing) for months before they are able to tackle the La Marzocca espresso machine, which requires just the right amount of torque, cajoling, and love – draws a crowd passionate not only about their caffeine, but about the place itself. It is the quintessential Village coffee shop: well lit; perfectly situated on Waverly and Gay Streets; pint-sized, making those who score a table feel as if they’ve won some victory. Of course, not everyone who shows up is so tweaked. It is a treat, however, to get a corner seat by the window with an oversized donut and a cappuccino – the one with the special heart-shaped foam – and luxuriously make your way through the Sunday New York Times.