After hiking through the Guggenheim's current exhibit "Chaos and Classicism: Art in France, Italy, and Germany, 1918–1936—a scattered collection of artworks from Europe's weirdly mysterious, fascist-bent, post-WWI era—I retreated to the third floor cafe, aka Cafe 3. It's an invigorating white space that follows the actual spiral of the building's design with white tables, chairs and stools, a short drink ledge and curved glass windows, illuminated by a sparkling sunlit view of the tree-lined city streets below, at least on this particular day it was sunlit. Being in such a visually absorbing setting, I never expected to be startled by the cappuccino, which to the utter surprise of my unsuspecting taste buds, was extremely creamy and delicious. What a great find: so secret, so stark, so sublime.
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