This block was on Seventh Avenue on Times Square. I want to say this picture was taken around 1993-94. The theatre on the right was a weird theatre. I posted about it a while back. Each theatre ran up the building and the screen was on the ground floor. When you sat down you had to look down to see the movie. I have a short story about that donut shop though.
I visited that donut shop once. It was there forever. It was an old-fashioned coffee shop. It had a counter, stools with red faux-leather tops, menus lining the very tops of the walls and racks of donuts right underneath.
The one time I went in there I felt out of place. It was a joint frequented by regulars. Everyone knew the owner and his employees. There was a pretty Mexican girl at the counter. She spoke English with an accent. I ordered one of the best coffees I ever had. It was served in a porcelain coffee cup. I remember I was troubled but I don’t remember why. I know I was though. I went in there to get away from something.
The coffee was so good that I ordered one to go. She turned around and poured it in one of those famous Greek paper coffee cups with “We Are Happy To Serve You” on it. She was nineteen or twenty years old. She handed me the coffee cup and smiled. I smiled back and gave her a dollar. I told her to keep the change. Coffee was cheap back then. Fifty cents.