In hindsight, it feels like a foregone conclusion that Friends would be a resounding success. A sitcom about six attractive, relatable, young twentysomethings, living in one of the greatest cities in the world, laying bare their anxieties, romances and blossoming friendships while drinking copious amounts of coffee.
And all that with the backdrop of that comically large Manhattan apartment that Monica and Rachel could somehow afford? It was real, but never real enough to puncture its signature escapism – a recipe for triumph.
