Okay, so I set myself up for this. Committing to going somewhere at least once a week to seek out adventure or at the very least, explore something new.
Tuesday was a gorgeous day here. Sunny, blue/white skies, temps in the high 40s. I thought a road trip was in order so I jumped in my trusty on-its-last-Honda-civic-won’t-ever-die-days-even-when-it-goes-through-a-hurricane-and-I’ve-got-to-get-a-new-one-but-I’m-dreading-a-car-payment and took off to Patchogue, pronounced PATCH HOG.
My destination — Main Street, 41 Main to be exact at ROAST – Coffee and Tea Trading Company. Best of Long Island Magazine rated it as one of the best coffee houses on the island. I like coffee and I like tea so I thought it’d be a good place as any to begin my adventures.
Tea and Other Things
It’s much like any other cool, cozy coffee/tea place with dark wood floors, brick walls, local artwork hanging here and there, but at the back of it is Bridgehampton National Bank.
Yep, you enter the coffee house off Main and if you want to do some banking, just keep walking on through past the big coffee grinder machine, the counter filled with goodies, and some big burlap bags brimming with what I’m guessing is coffee and/or tea and step into the Bridgehampton National Bank.
I walked up to the counter.
A young man with one of those knit caps that young men wear all year long and glasses that used to be considered nerdy, but are now cool asked me, “What will you have?” Very, very nice and very polite. Engaging. Making eye contact.
Like an idiot I ask, “Do you have tea?”
“We have 40 different kinds of teas,” he says, waiting patiently, then, “You can smell them.”
“What?” I asked confused.
“Teas, if you like you can smell them,” he pointed behind me where there was loose tea leaves inside jars that I could go over and smell for awhile. I didn’t have the time nor desire to smell them so I chose a green tea, hot, with persimmon, jasmine, pineapple and ginger-root or the root of something in it I think, and a carrot muffin. Both were very good.
There was a smattering of patrons. An older man sat at a table near the window eating a ham sandwich and drinking a Diet Coke.
“Calm before the storm, huh?” He tilted his head toward the window — that blue sky with fluffy clouds scattered across it. It was difficult to understand him. He was dressed dapperly, with a beret-like cap, navy canvas jacket, khaki pants and he had no teeth.
I nodded in agreement, “Yes, it’s beautiful today. I hope we don’t get much snow.”
“Nah,” he says chewing, his chin going nearly up to his nose, the way it does when a mouth has no teeth inside to get in the way, “Maybe some snow, some rain. Did ya see that fire up in Port Jeff?”
I told him no, I wasn’t from this area. “Big fire, big one,” he says. He gets up shortly after that, gathering up his “mess,” putting it in the garbage can. He comes back and gives me the napkin holder that had been on his table. “Here, in case you need some.” He smiled his folded-in smile at me and left.
A man and his daughter, both intently tapping and I guess texting on their smart phones, ignoring each other sat over to my right. A lovely gray-haired lady, smartly dressed and deep in thought sat at a table behind me. Some dudes with laptops and cell phones scattered all over the tables, doing something and then a seating area of comfy leather couches that had one man splayed out on one who stayed that way and talked on his cell phone the entire time.
The ROAST played music like this:
I also took a few pictures once I left ROAST of the goings-on in Patchogue that day.
Was It Worth An Hour’s Drive?
I’d say ROAST is a cross between Starbucks, with a little a grunge thrown in (the young, cool baristas, female and male, very nice — dangling earrings, tiny piercing on one; tee-shirt with words on it and the aforementioned knit cap on the other) with just enough tony ambiance to make it attractive to older patrons with money.
Does that paint a good picture for you? I liked it. It felt comfortable with a nice vibe. Was it worth nearly an hour’s drive to get there? Yes, the experience was worth it.
Sometimes taking a long drive by yourself when the weather is just right and you turn on some tunes and take in the scenery going by is an adventure in itself. Strip malls, car dealerships, workplaces, restaurants, small villages with 35 MPH speed limits flitted past my windows as I drove along. Sometimes the getting there — the journey — is worth it.
As I drove along, I didn’t plug it my iPod to listen to the songs I already have and have listened to plenty of times, I turned on the radio, full-blast, and at times sang my heart out.
Brigitte’s Road Trip — Partial Playlist to Patchogue (courtesy of the radio)
- Cruel Summer by Bananarama
- Viva la Vida by Coldplay
- I Found Someone by Cher (yeah, Cher)
- Crash by Dave Matthews
- Fallin’ by Alecia Keys
- Raise Your Glass by Pink
- Free Falling by Tom Petty
- Rock Your Baby by George McCrae
- Carry On Wayward Son by Kansas
- Never Surrender by Corey Hart (I know, I listened to the entire song without changing the station.)
- For Those About to Rock by AC/DC
- The Weight by The Band
- Let It Be by The Beatles
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Next week….another coffee house? A park? The city? What do you suggest or where will you take your next excellent adventure? What would be on your road trip play list?