Have you not seen the latest symptom of this noxious scourge of gentrification, this affront to our community? Have you not been outraged as you approach the corner of Edgecombe Avenue and 159th Street by the sight of a rainbow-colored umbrella and outdoor tables, where you can drink a cup of coffee and enjoy a freshly baked raspberry scone while contemplating the curving line of linden trees that gently give way to the southern tiers of Highbridge Park? Have you not scoffed with disdain at the lesbian couple and their baby carriage also parked out front, chatting aggressively with a bearish man walking his poodle? Inside, of course, it gets worse: here you are confronted by gleaming display cases stocked with pain au chocolat and pear crossaints, tarts, pies, and an array of breads, including baguettes, flour-dusted ciabatta and a sesame-covered pain rustica. Next are the chalkboards on which you see — in quirky handwriting that reeks of youth and irreverence — lists of coffees, ciders and teas, as well as an array of salads, sandwiches and quiches. Behind the counter, of course, you will be nauseated by the friendly bakers who pause in the midst of rolling dough or taking trays in or out of the hot ovens to take your order.