11 May 2008
The Manville Residence
12/05/08 23:11
Just outside Providence
in the state of Rhode Island in a town called
Manville, lies a small coffee shop. It’s located in
the front of a delightful two story wooden building
on the outskirts of town. Every morning the locals
will make a point of driving by to get a cup of
coffee and a smile.
The sign hangs
loosely over the door, and every now and then the
wind will get a hold of it forcing it to swing back
and forth and thereby call upon the neighbors with
its sirenlike squeaking. According to the locals the
coffee isn’t even that good, but it’s their coffee
and it’s served with a smile - hell, she’ll even
throw in some cream and a little sugar if you’re
nice.
On sundays after service they come here as well. The laughter is joyful and careless and they’ll be standing all the way out in the street smiling and talking about the sermon. They’ll also be talking about if the Red Sox can win the 3rd title or if those damn Yankees will get back in gear once Alex Rodrigues returns. But most of all they’ll have their coffee, and they will get it at the little white and blue shop in Manville.
On the second floor, just over the entrance to the coffee shop is a porch. The porch belongs to the tenants who rent the 2nd floor from Sue, the elderly woman who lives next to the coffee shop. The tenants are two childhood friends, both working in construction - they go by the names Luc and Nate.
We’ve been
invited to stay at their house for as long as we want
to, and they’re driving us around Providence to see
all the things we’re interested in seeing, so things
couldn’t really be any better.
Right now they’re both incapacitated from the meal we made them - a special serving of danish meatballs with potatoes and gravy - and they just might have had what one could call “The Fatal Meatball”. Actually we suspect that for Nate it was the celebratory serving of three potatoes with a scoop of gravy that did the job, but that can only be speculation on our part.
Tomorrow night we’ll be visiting Providence again, and if lucky we’ll get to revisit the italian quarters and get a little more of the local pasta.
On sundays after service they come here as well. The laughter is joyful and careless and they’ll be standing all the way out in the street smiling and talking about the sermon. They’ll also be talking about if the Red Sox can win the 3rd title or if those damn Yankees will get back in gear once Alex Rodrigues returns. But most of all they’ll have their coffee, and they will get it at the little white and blue shop in Manville.
On the second floor, just over the entrance to the coffee shop is a porch. The porch belongs to the tenants who rent the 2nd floor from Sue, the elderly woman who lives next to the coffee shop. The tenants are two childhood friends, both working in construction - they go by the names Luc and Nate.
Right now they’re both incapacitated from the meal we made them - a special serving of danish meatballs with potatoes and gravy - and they just might have had what one could call “The Fatal Meatball”. Actually we suspect that for Nate it was the celebratory serving of three potatoes with a scoop of gravy that did the job, but that can only be speculation on our part.
Tomorrow night we’ll be visiting Providence again, and if lucky we’ll get to revisit the italian quarters and get a little more of the local pasta.
12/05/08 00:45
