Pour yourself
something
extraordinary.

Nestled at the intersection of 47th Street and 9th Avenue, our Starbucks offers a rare thing in Midtown: a moment of calm. The kind of place where the espresso machine hums like a second heartbeat and the scent of fresh-ground beans wraps around you the moment you push the door open.

We source our coffee from farms that treat the land with respect, roast in small batches for complexity, and pull every shot with the kind of patience that can't be rushed. Our pastries arrive each morning — croissants with 81 layers, sourdough with a crust that sings, muffins that are more crumb than cake.

Whether you're grabbing a coffee between meetings or claiming a corner to think, this is your space.