I've never been a St. Arbuck's girl. Sure, I'll go in for a cup if I'm meeting friends, or on a long road trip, but it has never been my coffee shop of choice. See, it's hard to go from years of this, to mass marketing.
Now, when I need "my time", I go here.
When we first visited Beaver TWO YEARS ago - wow - we walked into Kolache and I knew instantly that IF George took the job at Four Mile, living within walking distance of this place would be a non-negotiable. For Beaver was pretty much "country" compared to what I'd know for 40 years of my life. The ability to walk to Cafe Kolache would be a necessary part of my adapting to a new community.
My mom sauntered up to the counter and ask the owner what it was like living in Beaver. I gave her a light shove to say "SHUT-UP" for we had the kids with us at the time, and they thought we were on a spontaneous vacation in
Just the mere presence of Cafe Kolache gave me comfort on that trip, for I knew I was potentially facing a huge life change. As silly as it sounds, a local coffee shop would offer me some sense of the familiar.
Flash forward TWO YEARS later. After a year of having a son still in half-day pre-school for our first year in Beaver, he is now at school full-time three days a week. Thus, I FINALLY have the time to return to the "days of my youth" (or rather, the days of my young married life) when I would spend every morning at the coffee shop that George managed while in seminary.
I have been waiting for this season of my life to arrive.
I saunter in, sometimes in a foul mood if the morning routine didn't go so well around the house, get a cuppa, exchange banter with the staff, grab my seat, and begin to write. I sip some soup, order some rolls, and chit chat with other customers. My favorite day to date: busting out to "You Keep Me Hangin' On" with a few others as it came over the radio. The "Oooh's" were particularly delightful.
I really like this place. Can you tell?
So when Kolache called ME yesterday to see if I wanted a few dozen rolls because they'd baked too many that day, I knew.
They like me. They really like me.
I gladly accepted and arranged to get the yummy loot after picking up Zane at school. No, they weren't free (and I wouldn't dream of just taking them), and yet, they came with something more important.
The offer of those rolls signifies that Kolache has indeed become, as my son puts it, "mommy's special place."
Thanks Kristi and Hugh. For you didn't know back in October of 2008 that the shop made an enormous impression on me. It has taken me a year to finally make coming in every week a habit. It's hilarious when I realize that you've seen "all of me": pre-workout, post-workout (sorry - I stink), dressed in actual clothes and NOT wearing a bandana, laughing with my children, frustrated with my children, talking with girlfriends, writing, stumped, angry with George, or just enjoying some time out with the entire family all together.
You've even seen me without my wallet - and you fed me anyway!
I'm rollin' in small town love.