I went to Nicoletto because I thought they sold cups of coffee/espresso. THEY DO NOT SELL CUPS OF COFFEE OR ESPRESSO. What they do sell is some awesome looking/smelling coffee beans that are roasted in house with this huge machine contraption that they showed me. While I couldn't purchase any because I don't have my espresso maker yet I cant wait to go back next month and buy some. The old man with the white beard in the front is that grumpy sweet guy that's just awesome. He gave me advice on which machine to buy and told me to come back! Looking forward to it!
A faded photograph, a shop stuck in time. The decor is old Brooklyn Italian, 18th Ave prior to my people invading it(sorry). Where Brooklyn native Italians actually spoke italian. They're proud of Italy, and there's pride in soccer.
The shop owner? Hilarious in his own right, eccentric/eclectic to some, rude and unabashed to others.
When you want to buy some beans? You get a shot of espresso with a packet of sugar, if you want. Something he kind of pushes on you. It just happens, I laughed it off.
I like eccentric and unapologetic. Go back to Williamsburg or where ever the hell you transplanted from that's not NYC if you're offended by the original Brooklyn Charm.
Let's start by saying this: there is NO coffee for purchase here to drink immediately.
You go to Niccoletti if you want homemade fresh roasted coffee beans to grind at home and use on your own. They also have coffee accessories for purchase (pots and such). It is a small dilapidated hole in the wall that I won't be going back, and only went because my brother swears by their beans.
But don't go expecting to chat or ask questions. When asked for more information about the bean roasting process, I was told it was "mostly magic" and unexplainable. I was then told a story about how female customers are not allowed bathroom privileges after a suspected drug-user passed out and he had to call an ambulance and female family member to help out. So go with an open mind and if you want good magical beans.
This place has been here as long as I can remember. I got some great espresso freshly ground up for me and chatted with the owner about what kind of blend he was selling me. I always remember him and his dog sitting outside as one of the great characters of 13th avenue growing up. I felt a bit bad for him though, we chatted for a second and he seemed scared to give out candy on Halloween because someone accused him once of giving the children something bad. I bet they were razor blades!
I went to Nicoletto because I thought they sold cups of coffee/espresso. THEY DO NOT SELL CUPS OF COFFEE OR ESPRESSO. What they do sell is some awesome looking/smelling coffee beans that are roasted in house with this huge machine contraption that they showed me. While I couldn't purchase any because I don't have my espresso maker yet I cant wait to go back next month and buy some. The old man with the white beard in the front is that grumpy sweet guy that's just awesome. He gave me advice on which machine to buy and told me to come back! Looking forward to it!
A faded photograph, a shop stuck in time. The decor is old Brooklyn Italian, 18th Ave prior to my people invading it(sorry). Where Brooklyn native Italians actually spoke italian. They're proud of Italy, and there's pride in soccer.
The shop owner? Hilarious in his own right, eccentric/eclectic to some, rude and unabashed to others.
When you want to buy some beans? You get a shot of espresso with a packet of sugar, if you want. Something he kind of pushes on you. It just happens, I laughed it off.
I like eccentric and unapologetic. Go back to Williamsburg or where ever the hell you transplanted from that's not NYC if you're offended by the original Brooklyn Charm.
Let's start by saying this: there is NO coffee for purchase here to drink immediately.
You go to Niccoletti if you want homemade fresh roasted coffee beans to grind at home and use on your own. They also have coffee accessories for purchase (pots and such). It is a small dilapidated hole in the wall that I won't be going back, and only went because my brother swears by their beans.
But don't go expecting to chat or ask questions. When asked for more information about the bean roasting process, I was told it was "mostly magic" and unexplainable. I was then told a story about how female customers are not allowed bathroom privileges after a suspected drug-user passed out and he had to call an ambulance and female family member to help out. So go with an open mind and if you want good magical beans.
This place has been here as long as I can remember. I got some great espresso freshly ground up for me and chatted with the owner about what kind of blend he was selling me. I always remember him and his dog sitting outside as one of the great characters of 13th avenue growing up. I felt a bit bad for him though, we chatted for a second and he seemed scared to give out candy on Halloween because someone accused him once of giving the children something bad. I bet they were razor blades!