When I was an editorial intern at PAPER in college, I sublet a room in Clinton Hill for the summer and would stop by Choice Market every morning before heading into the office (sweaty, nervous and eager). I recently moved back to Brooklyn from LA and found my own apartment in the same neighborhood, just down the street from Choice, which I took as a full-circle sign from something somewhere to follow and lean into. Everything is worth trying on the menu, and one of the baristas has giant, featherdust eyelashes that make my black coffee purchase a bit more exciting.
