The first time I watched "Arrested Development" reminds me of the first time I drank a cup of joe.
Gould, or Professor Seagull, as he was sometimes called, was a familiar figure in the Greenwich Village of the 40's, a diminutive, shabby but well-spoken panhandler who cadged money for drinks ("donations to the Joe Gould Fund," he preferred to call it) by reciting poetry and performing screeching sea gull imitations.
(As Michael Kors smirks, "She must drink a strong cup of joe!") Several times a night, Kass makes a liar of P.G.
Veuve Clicquot bubbly flowed, and Nespresso drinks were served for those who preferred their day drink to be a cup of joe.
Joe was tending bar at Fulk's and the girl who always drank Guinness was there with a friend and when the friend went home the girl stayed and when Joe asked why she drank Guinness most of the time she said, "Because it doesn't taste good, so it takes longer to drink," and slid the glass toward Joe for more.
Personally, I liked it but I also fill my coffee maker with Café Bustelo -- which is meant for espressos, not coffee -- and drink that like it's a completely normal cup of joe.
If you must drink (either vino or that Extra Bold Sumatran Reserve morning cup of joe), drink water before, after and during.
Like that other Joe from Washington and Delaware, he is also the kind of guy you want to drink a beer with, which is what I did on Saturday at Sunset Beer in über hipster Echo Park.
John Bale offers a broad selection of caffeinated drinks, from chai latte ($2.85 for 12 ounces) to espresso breve ($3) to a plain old cup of joe ($1.50).
Jerry likes a beer, and Joe finds him asleep at the wheel of his parked car, in broad daylight, yet something worse than drink is laying him low.
