Rosey’s
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It forwent the immediate “small town haunt” label, coming across first as a fusion of the ambiances of The Butcher’s Daughter and Boxwood Coffee, recalling the former establishment’s lightness and farm-style tables and the latter’s highness and charms. Toddlers stomp around and parents look at the one-sided menu too long. It’s not that they can’t decide. Rather, it’s food to be decided on with a toddler on the loose. Decisions here seem to be affixed to the goings-on. Those few in one of the chairs in the light of the storefront windows are affected, conversing at wave-tide speed or with eyes closed for the time being. The super enthusiastic cashier in the Rosey’s crew neck, long sleeved and doll pink, talks to everyone who comes in. “Where’s your sister working,” the two occupants of one of the front tables ask him. He sits with them. Once up from this conversation, he introduced himself to the table that claimed the little one in the daisy covered, navy jumper that was causing havoc. Even I had a conversation with him, as he was also willing to gush over the town’s history and the Pine Plains Theater sign that crowned the room. A piece of cardboard with label maker text announced: “SIGN ON LOAN FROM OUR FRIENDS AT THE LITTE NINE PARTNERS HISTORICAL SOCIETY.” “Ay, ay!! The whole gang’s here,” a man bellowed as the peach door clasped behind him. Like I said—only did it immediately not come off as a local haunt. It is. But still, with Prince’s Purple Rain emanating from the kitchen, art of all kinds gracing the walls, and their motto plastered everywhere, it finds a footing interwoven with its roots. What is that motto, you ask? “So good to see you.” Of course—but a puzzle-piece fit into what reads on the side of the Barber Shoppe & Shaving Parlor on your way into town: “good things happen in...Pine Plains.”
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Drink: Black Coffee
It does have hints of...something. I couldn’t get a definite read, I suspect because it was a brew of older beans (and maybe too low a dose). That’s just me. Actually, I found out after a brief conversation with the guy behind the counter that they use beans from No Six Depot Coffee Roasters, a roaster up in the Berkshires. The tasting notes were “Dark Chocolate, Almond, Citrus” with the profile listed as Dark. Here’s the deal: this information makes it abundantly clear why my cup of coffee didn’t strike me so favorably. This coffee is an extremely difficult one to brew and have as their house coffee. Since I took it black, I may have done myself a disservice. That being said, I wouldn’t get it again, but kudos to them on the hutzpah. Also, I want to say that the temperature out of the urn was perfect. Just a note: a few people sitting off to the side got breakfast, and I noticed they still got to-go cups. Best not to go expecting a mug.