I blew through New York City a couple of weeks ago, rolling in on a Red Eye Tuesday morning, and jetting out on Wednesday evening.  Road warriors, I do not envy you.  The red eye is a killer.  Even with my short legs and an open row --3 seats worth of luxurious space -- the shuteye I got was somewhere just north of dozing.  I checked into the hotel, flipped on the TV, and after a shower, I looked down onto the street below at what I can only describe as an oasis. Green letters emblazoned at street-level. In my best Homer Simpson voice, I said (it even may have been out loud), “Mmmmm. Coffeeeeee.”