When I was a child, I heard my mother refer to some friends getting together for "coffee and...."
I think this is a New York City-area expression.
I hated it when I first heard it. My young child's very direct mind demanded resolution and completeness. I wanted the phrase to complete itself, subject and predicate, or at least noun and noun to complete a noun phrase.
"Coffee and what, Mom?"
"Coffee and whatever. Cheese danish. Bagel. Anything."
"So why don't they just say that?"
"I don't know."
As one who spends many of his working hours at local coffeehouses, such as Freedom of Espresso, on Solar Street in Syracuse (and sometimes on Pearl Street or less frequently in Fayetteville), I now understand a little bit about "coffee and...."
For me, the "and" isn't just pastries, though Freedom of Espresso's rugula with cinnamon are my favorites. The "and" involves community, wi-fi connection, networking, atmosphere, ambiance, human connection, aroma, chatter, townsquareneity, solitude, neighborhood, potential, mood, context.
A New York Times article about Bread Stuy, a coffeehouse in Brooklyn, offers two relevant comments.
"A coffee shop like Bread-Stuy offers a space where that [a sense of community] can quote-unquote brew," says Jonathan Landau.
And Mark Pendergrast, author of "Uncommon Grounds," a history of coffee, speaks of "solitude in company" to describe a coffeehouse's public space that allows sharing and community in ways similar to the tavern of old or the soda fountain of the 1950s.
"Human beings are social creatures, and we've become less and less social," said Pendergrast. "We spend more and more time in front of our computers or our televisions, and we go to our work and we come home."
I for one sometimes work, typically with my laptop, at a coffeehouse. At least for part of the day, to leave my home office, "to blow the stink off," to use another of my mother's expressions. At a coffeehouse, I can enjoy both solitude as well as company.
And if I were in Quincy, Massachusetts, or Braintree, Massachusetts, I'd surely be a regular at the Coffee Break Cafe. I say that even though I've yet to taste their fine coffee. I can declare this loyalty because I've already received their fine hospitality, on behalf of my brother. They get it.
The coffee at a coffeehouse (more often tea for me) and the pastries are just part of it.
Works for me.
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There are a few wonderful little coffee houses around Denver that I absolutely love. Some strange and proud of their shock vlaue, some trendy, some casual and warm and inviting. Some are even given to romanticism; which of course is always fine with me.
I'm glad you have such a dell to dwell in from time to time. It's good for the soul, no matter what comes with the coffee.
Scarlett & Viaggiatore
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