Tarrytown Pastry Chef
I put my coffee down on some stacked chairs for a moment.
“Can I help you?”
“Oh, I was just going to take a picture.”
“No pictures. Sorry.”
But the woman behind the counter wasn’t sorry at all. Please don’t say sorry if you’re not. It’s one of my biggest pet peeves…
There was no explanation. So, why I couldn’t take a picture of the space, I could not tell you…eh, no matter. Respecting the refusal, I didn’t take a picture. To be honest, my job is much easier now. I can keep this description short and sweet: no need to come, no need to stay.
Here’s where you should go instead:
The Bakehouse is just down the road (cough*hill*cough) at the train station. This location is second to their one in Ardsley (and—unlike that store—has coffee) that’s been operating for 70 years. I can confidently recommend their blondies and their apple kuchen. Dominic’s Deli a few doors down makes better coffee, and the people are superb. Coffee Labs is right on Main Street with everything needed to please a coffee-lover’s soul. And, Muddy Waters, a block down from Coffee Labs, mixes things up without sacrificing an ounce of cafe cool.
There are so many ways to support local businesses in Tarrytown, so do it—don’t be discouraged. Keep on walking. There is something sweet and welcoming, and you’ll find it somewhere else in no time.
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Drink: Small Coffee
You go for a round of twenty questions ("Hot?" "Sugar?" "Cream?" "Small?") with the bright Latina behind the counter. What you leave with is a cup of drip coffee in need of no commentary. No really—you're expected to take your “Anthora” cup, blasphemously sleeved, and go.