A fresh perspective on a five-year-old indie coffee house or why Java Love is still the bomb---By Megan Wilt
Life as a mom in Suburbia can be a bit cookie-cutter. Life as a stay-at-home-mom in Suburbia can be nearly surreal in its fulfilled expectation. This is not the 1950s and it’s the rare SAHM who prides herself on a Donna Reed-esque tidy home and nightly roast. We are modern women living out vintage lives in a modern world.
Thankfully, for those of us living in the Manhattan-adjacent burbs, there are a few more opportunities that keep us tied to the real world. It is just a situation like this that draws me to our town’s stand-in for the water cooler – Java Love. While I have often spent an afternoon sitting in the reclaimed comfort of burlap coffee sacks and beautifully collaged wood, the café thrives as a setting for an afternoon of shop-talk--- getting acquainted with a local friend in a way our busy lives and Facebook banter cannot provide.
Unlike the ubiquitously-branded Starbucks and Dunkin Donuts stores scattered about town, Java Love tends thankfully toward the adult – no middle schoolers flooding the space with too-large backpacks and too-small manners while on a Pokemon quest. Nor is Java Love the harbinger of one-size-fits-all milky lattes or burnt-tasting espresso. Java Love is a real coffee house. They pride themselves on all things local and roast their own beans.
Java Love’s offerings are like the old wedding day superstition – something old, something new, something borrowed, something…well, nothing blue, but 3 out of 4 is all you need. The demand for something old is represented by the reliably consistent quality of your basic espresso drinks. Java Love has staff that understands the difference between a latte and a macchiato (hint: if you’ve been getting either at Starbucks, you will be surprised by the real thing). The espresso is always bold and well-rounded and never, ever tastes burnt.
The “something new” is brought to the customer by the imaginations of the young, hipster-esque staff with seasonal menus and carefully-considered recommendations. They love to add a unique twist, such as a dash of cayenne powder, squirt of lavender or rose syrup, or using the flavor of almond milk to enhance a nutmeg- and ginger-spiced drink.
All that said, the shop knows that there will always be someone stopping in for drinks made popular by the big chains, so they’ve also developed some borrowed concepts, like the ever-present pumpkin spice latte (or PSL, if you’re basic). Admittedly, I tend toward the “something old” side when drinking espresso. I like my coffee strong and simple.
While the child-free coffee shops are ideal, let’s be honest – the majority of us are in the burbs because we have kids. Although Java Love is not popular with the roaming tweens and teens, families are welcome. When Java opened its second location on Church St last spring, I found my children rejoicing right along with me. We are no longer forced to visit Starbucks after dance class at Sharron Miller’s dance school or trips to the library.
My 8 year-old daughter is a bit of a Java Love connoisseur, typically choosing a decaf espresso drink while working her way through the flavored syrup choices. The baristas make sure her drink is never too hot. My 5 year-old son, on the other hand, chooses between hot chocolate and the regionally-produced apple juice varieties stocked in the cooler. Our suburban experience would be lacking something essential without Java Love around to provide a welcoming respite. It feels much like the comfort of your own home, but coffee-stocked and mess-free and, therefore, much more enjoyable.