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.
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Tell me Rockabilly Bob still works there. Please!
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.
Now you have me longing for Compline and coffee.
ah, javas, how I miss thee.
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