It seems as if this city–somewhere–produces worthwhile food and beverage every day. This may sting a few church coffee grinders, but it’s no secret that church coffee rarely draws high praises from Sunday crowds. But the coffee poured today at St. Catherine’s (fair trade, freshly ground, just dripped, smokin’ hot in a ceramic mug) beats any church coffee I’ve ever pretended to enjoy. There’s little embellishment allowed here. Bookmark this brewhouse if you’re in the neighborhood.
When 10 pounds of potatoes and a couple dozen ears of corn show up unannounced, welcome them home to the chowder pot. After transforming our