Gregory's Coffee: New York, New York

There is a difference between being IN New York and BEING in New York. I prefer the latter. Times Square is great, Rockefeller Plaza is grand, but what’s wonderful and fascinating are the local hotspots. I don’t know about you, but I’m past getting asked if I want to go to a comedy show in Times Square, going into the NBC store and commenting on the same collection of Office mugs and T-shirts, and having to change my entire route because of the potentially pedophilic man dressed up like Elmo dead ahead. I’m ready for the local spots. Spots like Gregory’s Coffee. With five locations throughout New York City, you are promised your fix of coffee no matter where you are.

                As I stepped off of Avenues of the Americas and into Gregory’s Coffee, I was instantly transported. The tourists become engulfed by the ritzy buildings that cause that God-knows-we-don’t-got-none-o’-them-there-kind-of-things-in-our-small-towns distraction. What they don’t realize is just how much of New York they are missing as they stare simply at the skyline.

Gregory's Coffee Logo

                There was a small line in front of me, nothing compared to most NYC lines, as I decided what I wanted to try. Cappuccinos, espresso, croissants, muffins, tea and what I personally enjoyed, a dirty chai. I think 90% of the reason I ordered it was because I enjoy saying the words dirty chai in public and feeling accepted. I’m still working on getting my voice to a level of sultry that this drink order demands, but that will come with time, I suppose.

                Mocha colored walls match the color of the drinks (unless of course you are using unheard of amounts of creamer, which if so I advise you to try tea, you’ll save yourself about 5,000 calories). The decoration is quite modern with clean lines, wooden tables and tall chairs. My feet dangle from the chair as I stare out at the taxis, people, and trash that seem to fly past the floor to ceiling windows. The serenity of Gregory’s café offers a polar opposite to the busyness that lies just beyond that window. The workers chatting coffee, “Gregulars” scattered around utilizing the free Wifi, and me attempting to get my brother to engage in conversation instead of texting his girlfriend, causes for one of my favorite café feels.

                So I suggest all you New Yorkers, “gregulate” your schedule to include time for a sip at Gregory’s Coffee. I promise you’ll have a “greg” time. Ok, the puns are done. So get your cup and your Gregulars’ card at Gregory’s Coffee where "they see coffee differently." 

Cafe One Eight: Lancaster, PA

Cute. It’s used too often, like “that child is so cute.” Well, no because he is crying and throwing food at people but sure if you wanna say cute that’s fine. Or “that dog is so cute,” well it’s about to bite you, but if you think bleeding is cute then by all means call it cute. To describe the café in Lancaster city, Café One Eight, the word cute, with its true meaning, is very fitting. City chic meets cute. With exposed brick walls, hanging basket seats, and a chalkboard painted wall where the specials are written, it’s cute.

I’m a sucker for exposed brick walls. I swear I spent about twenty minutes gushing about the brick walls and the paintings hanging from them. My friend was most likely planning her exit during my impromptu lecture on why I love brick walls. Chalkboard paint added an earthy feel. It was their very own handwriting lining the walls. The handwriting was of course perfect, since the café as a whole is just that, perfect.

                All the employees, on the day that I visited, were Plain Mennonite causing me to feel a bit sinful for wearing pants but I’ll repent later. Yes, it has the coffee drinks that everyone so desires, but it also has a full menu of food selections. I personally chose a Santa Fe Chicken Salad. To. Die. For. After consuming that salad the thought did cross my mind of attempting to work there. That salad was so good I would easily and happily start wearing a long jean skirt and head covering. I am from Lancaster afterall, and have more than my fair share of Mennonite blood running through my veins.  

My beautiful friend Erin 

                My best friend, Erin, and I sat towards the front of the café where floor to ceiling windows allow for the perfect people watching. A construction worker, a mom with a Duggar Family amount of children, the scenery outside is quite eclectic but inside the mix of people seem to be business waiting to get take out, mom’s meeting up for a get-me-out-of-the-house kind of lunch, and people like my friend and I who had a we-see-each-other-everyday-but-we-act-like-its-been-years kind of lunch.

                If you have a chance and want to be embraced by the true definition of cuteness and their amazing mission statement, then head on down to Orange Street for a bite to eat at Café One Eight. 

Ocean City Coffee Company; Ocean City, New Jersey

                Vacationing doesn’t mean a break from coffee, unless of course you WANT to see the ugly side of your family. You all know what side I’m talking about. That side where crow’s feet appear more prevenatly, to the point that you don’t recognize your mother as she mutters some speech about the good old days. Mini-golf trips turn into who can beat the other person with the club the hardest, picking the perfect place on the beach to set up becomes an hour long event and so on. That is beside the point. If you are lucky enough to find yourself in the quaint town, Ocean City, New Jersey then you may find yourself searching for a café to quench your coffee thirst. Ocean City Coffee Company in New Jersey; the opportune place for vacationers to grab their java. 

                With no door, you simply meander in right off from the boardwalk, still clinging to the sea licked air as you order your coffee. This café doesn’t distract you with sandwiches, salads etc. they have their coffee, cappuccino’s, lattes, chai, tea, muffins and a few other small snacks but for this café it’s all about getting the customer their Fix. While many of the stores as well as condos at the beach focus their interior design on that seashells-plastered-on-the-walls-this-is-the-beach-so-enjoy-the-fish-wallpaper feel,  The Coffee Company doesn’t. Their interior is a bit rustic. Your path as you enter is lined on either side with full bags of coffee beans which they roast in shop to your left. Mahogany shelving lines the right wall, displaying mugs, coffee beans the whole lot, not too much to distract but enough to catch the eye.

                With no seating, you grab your coffee and go. A coffee drive through, so to speak.  This avoids frustrated moments of searching for a table, old men in the corner waiting for girls in bikinis, and small children screaming for the 9,323 time that they want a milkshake. Well send the kids to Kelis’s yard to get that milkshake because you don’t want to miss your daily stop at Ocean City's Coffee Company. 

The Springerle House: Strasburg, PA

          The Springerle House. A Springerle is a German biscuit…or so Wikipedia tells me. This barely-large-enough-to-fit-five-people café sits in the main square of Strasburg, PA. A few tables sit outside, while the main seating composed of mixed matched chairs and tables lay inside. Upon entering the café, the red walls automatically fill you with an overly warm feeling. I once heard that red walls make you subconsciously eat more. I don’t know if that’s really true, but God bless ‘em if it is.

I walked in to find a couple of older couples scattered about, a few bubbly employees waiting on my order, and cookies hanging on the wall. Yes, cookies on the wall. The dessert case, as well as the wall, was full of these German cookies, Springerles. These cookies are known for the intricate designs found on each cookie’s face. From cityscapes to designs of utter nothingness, aka modern art, these cookies held every picture ever painted.

I personally am a strong believer of the policy, “No Cookie left behind.” Hanging cookies on the wall slightly ruptures this policy’s rule, but I suppose I will let it slide. As I approached the counter to order, I spotted shelving right next to the register that held every loose leaf tea you could imagine. I then became “that costumer,” taking a longer time to order than it takes to drink the tea.  The cups were clear glass we “Springerle-like designs on the outside”, giving me the feeling that I had entered Narnia, where I could have all the Hot Chocolate and Turkish Delight my heart desires. I desire a lot.

The hum of the espresso machine was just enough to keep the conversations of everyone in the café private. I personally found contentment in my Cinnamon tea and cookies, from the display case, not the wall, but I watched others around me have smoothies, sandwiches—typical café food. I don’t know if I was transported to Germany where the cookies prefer to be on the wall rather than my mouth, or Narnia where we drink from clear mugs, but I do know that I felt outside of little, old Strasburg. The tourist-filled sidewalks and the insides of the Springerle House are two different places, two different ambiances, two different worlds. So go get your cookies from the Springerle House, before they hang them on the walls. 

Rachel’s Café and Creperie: Lancaster, PA

           If I had the money to go to France, I would, but I don’t. I have negative money, the story of every college student. Although my numbers are in the red I still seem to manage to splurge on chai, cafes and clothes. Sad but true. Feeling a little French, despite the fact that I look hideous in a beret, I met my dad for lunch at the infamous Rachel’s Café and Creperie.

From the curb, the café looks simple, lined with awnings of black and white stripes, but as you step through the glass door, for no money at all you can head to France for a little while. Greeting you, right beyond the door, stands a headless mannequin dressed in some sort of easy, breezy, beautiful--Rachel’s attire. Photographs line the walls, each with remnants of the Eiffel tower, or something to that effect. I, being someone who desperately wants to be well traveled, finds it amusing to look at the photographs, even dramatically pointing at some of them, leaning over to my father loudly muttering of how I was on that street. Oui, oui. Only French words I know. I’ve never been to France.  

After you obtain a seat in either one of the two rooms, you’re in for a “traiter.” That’s treat in French, thank you Google translate. From Cheeseburger Crepes, Greek Crepes, Thai Crepes, to what I believe to be created by God himself, Nutella Crepes, they’ve got it all. God bless the man who thought to create Nutella. This is literally a marriage proposal to that man, or an invitation to simply cook for me, either one will suffice. Eating is my specialty. (Insert winky face.)

My dad and I cleared our plates of a Greek and a Breakfast crepe within minutes of their arrival. Next we felt the need to indulge in one of the Nutella crepes I so greatly praised in the paragraph above. It was simply splendid. So splendid, it ended up not only in my mouth but on my dress as well. It becomes a dog eat dog world when you place one singular Nutella crepe in front of my father and me.  After my dad finished his last swig of Boylan Cane Cola, because Rachel’s is just too hipster to have Coke beverages, we were off. Goodbye France, hello Lancaster City. 

The Coffee Company; Lancaster, PA

                The Coffee Company, living in a strip mall right off the highway, it serves as a great rest stop, gathering place, and coffee fix. I spent an hour of my time there today. As soon as you enter you sense a combination of eras mixing just as well as that scrumptious chai I had. The overall appeal of the cafe seems to be a mix of 1950’s inspired black and white photos which claim the walls while the modern day paintings sitting among the picture frames, wait to find owners.
The employees themselves hold an era of art. I always seem to find myself with a strong desire to begin dressing more bohemian after surveying the employees’ outfits; I also acquire the desire to get dreads. I occasionally do the first, but the latter has yet to be attempted. After pushing thoughts of what I would look like with dreads from my mind, I am able to enjoy what I came here for, food enhanced by the sweet taste of my Hot Vanilla chai. For only $3.40 I can have my chai and drink it too.
                From young adults who look like the poster children for Woodstock to middle aged couples who look as though their Woodstock children have led them to be addicts of alcohol or caffeine, the latter winning, to older couples who look as though they own a second home in France where they wear sweaters around their shoulders and kiss everyone they meet. Although I am none of those, the atmosphere is so open and inviting that I mix into the butter colored walls, air thick with conversation and Indie music just as well as anyone else. From 7am till 8 on weekdays and 9 on the weekend, you can find the appeal that is The Coffee Company for yourself. With the occasional live music it’s the perfect cafe for a date, a friend hang out, or a dinner spot, especially with its full menu of breakfast through dinner options.
                Now, although I do not leave with dreadlocks I do leave full from salad, soup, a sandwich and/or a drink off of their full coffee bar. I’m a sucker for a good chai, and I simply haven’t found a chai around that compares to the artistically crafted chai from The Coffee Company.

Prince Street Cafe; Lancaster, PA

Prince Street Café. A place for coffee, conversation, and people watching. In one word, Prince St. is class. It exudes a captivatedly classy atmosphere that attracts people of all ages. You always have a few select tables filled with older men, rumbling about the usual old men things, baseball, grandchildren, golf, Viagra. Scattered throughout the tables of old men you have the lone stars. They sit, alone, some with their laptop others with books, soaking up the chic ambiance. Beside them are the teens. Hipsters. Thousands of them, well since the seating capacity is roughly around seventy people this is a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the picture. Teen and young adults such as myself flock to Prince Street Café. It gives us something to do in the rural town of Lancaster, other than cow tipping and thought provokingly biting on pieces of straw.

On occasion, or for me almost every night, people trade their thought provoking biting of straw for a Prince St. beverage. From cappuccino, to chai to irresistible Strawberry Lemonade, Prince St. offers your typical café beverages, ranging from $1 to $5. If a drink simply is not enough to satisfy the missing piece of straw in your mouth, then lucky for you Prince St. also not only offers dinner, such as mozzarella salad, turkey sandwiches with homemade chips, and my personal suggestion of quesadillas, but a great abundance of desserts as well. Muffins, pies, cakes of all kinds and a Lancaster County favorite, whoopee pies are also for your picking. After placing your order at the counter, you, your guests and your Prince St. number can sit and wait for your drinks.

The art of picking a table is a tricky one. You can immerse yourself among the old men, listening to old tales of war, among the loners, listening to the faint sound of Jazz music sneaking out of their ear buds, or next to the hipsters, listening to talk of unknown bands, skinny jeans, and novelty shops. #hipsterproblems. My personal suggestion is to if possible sit at a high table. The high tables are located along the ceiling to floor glass windows of the front wall of the café. These tables allow for not only people watching among the café, but along the street as well. With the Fulton Theater right across the street, you can easily watch the people post-show flooding out on to the streets. This is perfect when you find yourself on an awkward first date. Prince St. is an amazing date spot, but we all have had those dates that feel as though there is a better chance of God himself coming down and ordering a shot of espresso than you coming up with something to say. When the awkwardness begins so must the people watching.

From the coffee brown walls, red accents, and orange hued lighting, Prince Street Café is a place with little to no comparison. No café transcends the appeal of multiple generations quite like Prince St. does. So get that piece of straw out of your mouth, and get a Prince Street Café coffee instead.