Maybe it started when my bells decided it could no longer handle cow's milk. Or possibly when I realized that subjecting yourself to the environment of a Dunkin' Donuts or Starbucks first thing in the morning is a form of cruel and unusual self-punishment. Regardless, my old age has turned me into a bit of a coffee shop snob.

After spending way too much money on artisanal brews with a splash of steamed almond milk (for which I'm always charged a latte... ugh) throughout the city, I've got to say–while Oren's beans definitely deliver on flavor (Ethiopian Yirgacheffe, yahhh), Joe's on creaminess, and Plowshares' on caffeine, there's nothing that ranks higher on my list than...... Oslo!!!!

At their three cool, minimalist locations (two in Williamsburg; one unlikely–but so welcome–in the Upper East Side), Oslo consistently serves up what's by far the smoothest, easiest, most well-balanced cuppa hot or iced I've ever had.

And MAJOR BONUS: without fail, the uptown spot displays New York Post horoscopes right on the register daily.

Now that's killing two birds with one stone.