This place is on Mulberry Street across from Noah and the good magazine store, which is on my way home from the gym. Every morning in NYC, I stop here for a spinach, swiss chard, apple, and lemon juice. The owner is always on his laptop watching something religious and barely acknowledges me. He burns incense and communicates in short grunts but knows my order, so no words need to be exchanged. I wouldn’t have it any other way.