Wednesday, May 23, 2018 8:54 PM

A fistfight breaks out behind me at the coffee stand. Two men have come up and slammed objects onto the counter. "Brother, there's a line!" "I am the line!" "Your mother was always the first in line!" That's when they start swinging. The barista calls out "Guys! Guys!" to no avail. Another woman appears behind the counter and claps her hands once, imperiously. "This shop is closed -- until these two asses leave." The two men disappear, leaving their intended purchases on the counter. "Good! We are open again. Next!" I turn, cradling my espresso. At a safe distance, three yeshiva boys (black hats, white button-down shirts, tzitzit), a woman with a sheer blouse and denim shorts, and a young boy with a scooter and a mohawk are watching. Further back, a man in a muscle shirt does one-handed push-ups on the median. His dog sleeps beside him.