Cafés are where I belong, munching on miniature meals and indulging my mild addiction to coffee. After a meeting in Lancaster, I slipped into this artistically grungy, wood paneled coffee room for a quick dinner. Prince Street Cafe’s Rice Bowl is quite tasty, and as fresh as if I had made it at home. I was trying to be hip, so I bought a blue bottle of Saratoga Spring Water. I know, boring. But the blue glass can make any bland bouquet Pinterest-worthy. I motored home to the sounds of rain patters and Bastille’s Pompeii capping off my second solo journey as a licensed driver.
I intend to venture out to this location again to assess the quality of their lattés.