Visit The Solid Rock Cafe

Standing at the top of the stairs, the savory scent of baking biscuits drifted up from the kitchen below. She could understand why Fiona’s traveling salesman always picked this room. The luscious aroma filled the house with mouth-watering delight. The growling of her stomach led her to the dining room where she slid into a chair at an already empty table.

Joshua Davenport owned a coffee bar/bistro in the small town of Lackawaxen, Pennsylvania situated on the Delaware River. He wanted to bring the old world elegance to his rural community, a place where neighbors could meet and converse over espresso drinks prepared by an expert barista. The shops name is called “Espressivo” that attracted many young people, especially the college students at the nearby campus, and older

For this project, I have decided to open a coffee shop that serves regular and specialty coffee, and small pastry items that is located in a prominent neighborhood near a train station or a high foot traffic area. Coffee has become a popular beverage where it is not just needed in the mornings but throughout the day, whether they are on their way to work or just to sit and relax. I am a coffee drinker myself and it is uncommon to find a coffee place that has a warm, home feeling atmosphere. It is important to have one of these types of coffee shop in any neighborhood. My goal is to provide every customer coffee and pastry whether

The mouthwatering smell of roasting turkey & sizzling ham only adds to the medley of heavenly aromas wafting throughout the entire house as I step out from behind the closed door of my room. My kitchen, spacious, yet always felt cramped; like a can of sardines. I began to maneuvered my 5 year old self through the dozens of friends and family members. As squeezed between people the odor of pungent onions and jalapeño, they began bringing tears to my eyes much like my little sister when the Sarah McLachlan ASPCA commercial came on. I finally made it through

Make yourselves at home. I'll cook something for us all," he said as he stepped inside. The apartment was nice. Lots of brick and open masonry, with roughly hewn timber rafters and open piping in the roof. His furniture seemed brand new, even though it was nearly four years old. The only area of the house that seemed to be dusted properly was the kitchen, or some might see it more of a distillery. Four large glass containers held varying liquids in shades from light yellow to pink to an odd sort of green. At the top were all things varying from pine needles to berry mixes. Each had a spout and a mug next to

It was a normal day at my family’s cafe ,people had just entered in and ordered food. After a while more and more people came in and started to order food. Then it was empty.

We wanted to find a cafe that had wifi so we could all have internet to post our excessive vacation food pictures, I however was just interested in eating a chocolate crepe and sitting a warm cafe with my friends in a picturesque small French town. So we all slipped out of the drizzly weather, into the cafe as we removed our jackets and wiped down our feet. We meandered through the cramped seats and discovered an aromatic smell that radiated throughout the cafe. The burning coffee beans, the sweet frosting and the smell of rich cocoa: made me never want to leave France. We all found our seats, smiling from ear to ear ready to dig into our delicious French desserts. As we reminisced on all events of today’s tour, it dawned on me.

Waiting for the show to start was actually when the production started. While I sat in the house for the show to start, the smell of someone’s coffee filled the room. I was momentarily distracted by trying to figure out who was the coffee culprit and how their cup of coffee could be so potent that I could still smell it with only five minutes until show time. As I gave up that hunt, I read the plays brochure and brought up a summary of the play on my phone. I quickly put two and two together: 1) The Spitfire Grill is a breakfast hub and 2) coffee is a breakfast staple. The house having an aroma of freshly brewed coffee was completely intentional and lasted all throughout the first act. I really enjoyed the sense of smell being involved with the audience because it made me feel as if I was waiting for my order to arrive. The smell of coffee is also a comfort smell to me and only made me feel comfy

This break room was the epitome of all break rooms. There was a fancy new coffee maker Janice had just brought in that made the most delicious coffee in the whole building; a spacious refrigerator ideal for lunches with filtered water and crushed ice; the comfiest of couches to sit on while you sip your coffee; a round to table that always seems to have donuts sitting on it; and best of all, a small microwave with one hundred and one settings to heat whatever you want to perfection. But, when John came, the people’s happiness would leave with him, and Dave wouldn’t stand for

Entering my local Tim Horton’s coffee shop on a chilly November morning my attention made eye contact with the smiling, friendly server who greeted me, "Good Morning Sir, what can I get you today?" Basking in the fresh aromatic bouquet floral, fruit-like roast coffee, my selection became so obvious to me, “ a large, double-double of your dark roast coffee please.” My senses of inner warmth and comfort were triggered by the anticipation of sipping that very brew.

Inside the café hums with locals and possibly tourists, as we are. I delight in the smell of hot comfort food. At once, a blonde waitress with baby blue eyes and a ponytail arrives. I order a cheese and spinach omelet with bacon and wheat toast with fruit and coffee. Doris goes for the classic eggs benedict with orange juice and coffee. “I know it’s against Zak’s orders to drink caffeine, but dammit, I need it,” she

And yet the home was neat and well cared for, scented pleasantly with the fragrance of clean laundry and fresh baked bread. His bedding smelled of sunshine and flowers, an aroma that was very much like the subtle scent of Gwen herself as she'd leaned over him at dinner to

I was thinking where should I go to do this assignment, since they are very limited places to visit in Indiana, PA. Then I found one café down in the uptown called Café Amadeus Roost & Brew, it is located on Philadelphia Street. Café Amadeus is a European style café. They serve a delicious coffee and dessert.

I buy my drink for five dollars and agilely pace back to my comfy seat trying not to spill the hot liquid. The couch envelops my body with fabric upholstery and wooden arm rests. There are walls with nondescript windows crested above me, which frame the vast mountains and valleys in the background. But in the foreground, the décor resembles a Swiss cottage because of the turn of the century skis, sleds, and posters pined to the knotty, dark stained pinewood. I take a few apprehensive sips of the hot chocolate trying not to burn my tongue. I lick the overly-sweet blob of whipped cream off the top of the cup before the fluffy cream sinks into the chocolate. I wait a while longer for it to cool, as I hug the Styrofoam cup with my numb fingertips. Once it is lukewarm, I drink it all within seconds like thirsty

Camille Madison woke early in anticipation of the changes the day would bring. She brewed a pot of her favorite French Vanilla flavored coffee and took her first cup out on the terrace. When she purchased this condo several years ago it had been the terrace that she had fallen in love with. The white café table and chairs that adorned this favorite place of solace had been the first furniture purchased; the bedroom ensemble second. The living room and combination dining areas filled up with plush furnishings as well. The condo now reflected the independent yet totally feminine head nurse of the largest ER in Los Angeles County. She lifted the steaming cup and breathed in the aroma before taking a sip and tasting the strong coffee beans laced with the sweet nectar of vanilla. Her eyes closed in appreciation as she took another sip.