Right now, in the frenzy of the work day, I could really use a Bosnian coffee. I stopped drinking coffee earlier this year, but sometimes I really need one...no mate, no tea, no Bull. Just straight up un-filtered, piping hot Bosnian coffee....with the tiny cubes of sugar rocks that come along side it. Ilidzanka, a tiny hole-in-the-wall on Lawrence has a great version and I love the place. Small, unassuming, deserted...right up my alley. They have decent chevapi, which could be made better if they didn't microwave the fantastic made-in-house-daily bread. Why microwave it? Just bizzare. Back to the coffee...it is some of the best; meaning it could stop traffic, and if I'm gonna have some, this is the type I'm craving. I love being all wired and jamming out all the days duties in an hour flat.