A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Location: Springfield, Massachusetts, United States

Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Tribeca Café

I had to spend a good part of today doing some research at Hartford Hospital. So I decided to make a little detour on the way home and treat myself to a coffee at the Tribeca Café in Glastonbury. Daughter Cordelia lives only a couple of miles from the place, and can't stop raving about it.

I'm not quite sure how the café came upon its name. It's in a section of Connecticut that couldn't be more suburban. I guess that the owner wanted a name that would convey hipness: TriBeCa is hip, and this place is hip, too, although in a different way.

The café is beautiful inside--reminds me of the old Xando's in New Haven--and very clean, and the coffee's delicious. It's got plasma TVs, including one in a private room furnished with chic sofas. You can close the French doors and, for the price of a cup of coffee, watch your favorite program in privacy and style.

Outdoors is a patio with what's described as a "fire pit." It's more like a wall of fire--a bed of blue glass chips atop a brick wall with a propane-fueled element buried inside, apparently. Cordelia reports it's pretty spectacular when it's lit. I'll have to go back one evening and see for myself.


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