What a quaint college town. In the summer. Which means this town is probably a pretty buzzing place during fall and spring. But starts to close at around 7 p.m. Some places stay open till 10:00. There is certainly potential…
I’m sitting in a coffee shop: Uptown Espresso Bar. You can probably guess: old wooden tables and chairs, and mismatched lamps, some on, some not. A vague breeze blowing through the windows. The (male) barista keeps dashing into the bathroom. Totally normal. Wasn’t all that hungry, but I think I’ll have to come back and try the quiche. And the cookies. Both smell delightful.
This is a town full of pizza places. I guess that’s also to be expected. But I haven’t tried any of them yet. I’m also a little nervous to try the Mexican restaurant. I’m sure it’s fine, but I just left Texas and the disappointment would far overshadow the appreciation of melted white cheese and brownish-grey beans.
My first meal in Kutztown was at the Airport Diner, the only 24/7 establishment in town. The menu is basically a binder and everything is the specialty. I had some sort of chicken sandwich–good but ultimately forgettable. My boss introduced me to the Pennsylvania German anomaly of “hot bacon dressing”. Drenching iceberg lettuce. Delicious, yes, but I’m still convinced I was eating iceberg and bacon grease. Nothing “dressing” about it.
Went to the local farmer’s market/antique hall on Saturday. Enjoyed an Italian Pretzel roll. Meat and cheese in a pretzel. Pretty sure I burned my tongue on the first bite, but also pretty sure it was worth it.
There are Mennonites everywhere right outside the town. I took a pair of pants to get hemmed at a Mennonite Dry Goods Store (on reference from the department secretary). (Yeah, I accidentally bought Long-Length pants. Thought I could pull it off. Nope. Just not that tall.). The last few mornings after leaving the building in which I live (on campus), I turn around to hear the clop-clop, and see the black shape of a horse and buggy.
Not sure what I’m going to get used to first, the ubiquity of the horse-and-buggy or having an office. Both are pretty damn cool.