Tuesday, October 7, 2008

an institution



Found forty magnificent minutes between meetings in Rochester to spend at the best coffee shop in the world. Deep scent of smoky roasted coffee beans, the suspended shark floating above, a counter full of baked goodness, and familiar faces of the institution make you nostalgic for college days. Who am I kidding, I've been coming here for eleven of the fifteen years they have been in existence and I don't plan to stop anytime soon. I'd like to claim that Java's is best in autumn, when hot apple cider is available and the tree lined street is a colored corridor, but the truth is, no matter what the season, you can find your beverage and your seat for people watching. I am only here in my hometown for a few hours and yet I have to stop if possible. Not too many places I can say that about. Parkleigh has slipped down my list in recent years in my attempt to live more simply. Java's remains my justifiable indulgence.

4 comments:

Shaun J said...

Tell me Rockabilly Bob still works there. Please!

bethany janine said...

Oh my gosh, yes. I was so going to mention that, but I didn't think that too many of the old school customers read this. They have new a whole sandwich and salad set up now in the loose tea/coffee room and wifi--keeps getting better.

Shaun J said...

Now you have me longing for Compline and coffee.

jessieknits said...

ah, javas, how I miss thee.