I'm still feeling the blues over the closing of Greensborough Coffee on State Street where I sipped on locally roasted coffee, enjoyed fresh baked goods, and bantered with the owners on a regular basis. And I finally worked up my courage to sing and play my guitar at their open mike held every other week. I was getting into quite a routine and after several performances I barely noticed my nerves. It just doesn't feel right drinking my java and strumming my guitar in some other strange coffeehouse.
The closing of Ganache was also a blow. This was the perfect lunch spot whether dining alone or treating a friend or family member to that special meal and, of course, dessert. Their expansive dessert cases brought me back to my childhood days living on Long Island where bakery after bakery on every other street corner was fiilled to the brim with fresh cakes, breads, and cookies. The Black Cow cake at Ganache was legendary in our circle. Birthdays and celebrations were always marked by a visit to Ganache for coffee and cake or the purchase of a Black Cow to bring home with us. I sure miss those delightfully perfect evenings on the rooftop deck now that this wonderful weather is with us.
