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Say it’s a clear, sunny day.
Or, a cold one with light snow falling.
Hey, it could be raining or blowing a gale, it doesn’t matter: The water views from Hingham’s new Redeye Roasters Café & Espresso Lounge are beautiful.
And so is the interior of the cozy new café. The space, which occupies two-thirds of the Bare Cove Marina building, is fitted out with repurposed old wood, pendant lighting, decorative found pieces, and giant burlap bags of coffee. On the far side of the windowed room sits the bright red roasting machine where owner Bob Weeks works his magic — turning what are actually the green seeds of a red fruit into the cherished thing we know as coffee.
The journey that led Weeks to the café, which opened Dec. 3, was a path with heart.
After losing his job at a top Boston ad agency in 2006, the art school graduate decided to focus on what he loved and expand his coffee-roasting hobby into an occupation. Incorporating as Redeye Roasters, he began selling beans to local businesses. A couple years later, he opened a café truck thinking he’d sell to travellers at the Greenbush commuter rail station. When that didn’t fly, (most arrived too late to buy coffee), the vision began to form: Open a real café.
After searching Hingham center and Square for more than a year, Weeks realized what he wanted.
“Everyday I’d pass the Bare Cove building and think, ‘I need to be right there,’” said Weeks. “Finally, one day I stopped at the marina… asked a guy if he knew who owned the place… got Nick Bonn’s name and number…and called him.”
After signing a lease with Bonn, Weeks began to gut the space in June. Much of the cafe, including the bar, was built by folk artist and furniture maker Rich Dunbrack, from Martha’s Vineyard, and captures the magical feeling that Weeks wanted.
And the coffee? Frankly, I’ve been ruined by Redeye’s crazy good, creamy lattes (made with Hingham’s Hornstra Farms milk) and can’t seem to find a cup as tasty anywhere else. They’re always a bit of a unique event, too, topped with the South Shore’s only “coffee art:” pretty surface designs made by pouring steamed milk carefully over espresso. My other Redeye favorite is the cold-brewed iced coffee, aka a “toddy,” which, until now, were a once weekly summer pleasure procured from Weeks’ café truck at the Hingham Farmers market.
Along with various other espresso and hot drinks – which are all comparable in price to the corporate coffee chains — Redeye’s menu includes several daily brewed coffees; individually prepared filtered coffees called “pour overs;” and French pressed coffees. The café has an evolving pastry case that sometimes includes offerings from local bakers, and great gelatos and sorbet from Cold Fusion Gelato. Redeye also sells Somerville’s fine Mem teas, served in little porcelain pots, and a choice selection of cold drinks.
A self-admitted coffee geek, Weeks talks about the characteristics of coffee the way a sommelier talks about wine. He’s passionate about the science of roasting and exacting about extracting the best flavor possible from each particular bean. Some mornings, you’ll see the staff blind tasting a few different brews to see whether Weeks wants to carry them.
But if coffee science is the backbone of a café, its people are the soul, and Weeks has that covered, too. An easy-going guy, he’s assembled a smart, friendly staff that seem to love the place. Their warmth sets the tone for Redeye to be what a great café is: a welcoming place to take a break, shoot the breeze, consider the day, and sip something out of this world. Stepping into Redeye, you can leave your mind behind, come to your senses, and smell the coffee any day of the week — no matter what the weather is.
3 Otis St. (Route 3A), Hingham
Monday through Friday, 6 a.m. to 5 p.m.; Saturday, 7 a.m. to 5 p.m.; Sunday, 8 a.m. to 4 p.m.
781 740-2545
Accessible to the handicapped
Major credit cards accepted
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Sometimes strawberries aren’t only summer’s first mouthwatering fruit.
Sometimes they’re double agents.
Dressed up as the starlets of shortcake, for instance, they also serve as good will ambassadors and friend-makers.
Take their role in last weekend’s Strawberry Festival, put on by the Second Congregational Church in conjunction with the 56th Annual Arts Festival in Cohasset.
Strawberry shortcake was the reason to say “Hi: My name is Joni, I live in the next town over.” Or, “Hell-o. We’re the Smiths, we just moved here;” or, simply, (for a start), “Two strawberry shortcakes, please.”
Like food the world over, strawberries – this month’s seasonal darlings — have the magnetic drawing power to bring people together.
“It’s about participation, really, getting to know people,” said Jack DeLorenzo, chair of the Strawberry Festival committee. “That’s how we got to know people when we came here – a ham and bean supper.”
Along with its function as something fun to do, the strawberry festival, which has been ongoing for at least 20 years, raises money for the church’s chosen charities. It isn’t as much money as it could be, though, since the organizers haven’t raised the price for years: A large bowl of local strawberries, shortcake, and whipped cream goes for $5. This year, about 40 volunteers, working for five days, made 2,200 bowls of strawberry shortcake.
Across the vast Cohasset town common – covered with craft booths, tents filled with fine art, and food stands, the First Parish Unitarian Church was doing their version of the strawberry festival at its ninth annual Lobster Roll Sale.
“Last year we did 1,200 rolls, this year, 1,100 and something,” said Art Myles, who co-chairs the sale with his wife, Penny, along with the help of 60 volunteers.
The $13 lobster rolls, which come in brown paper bags with potato chips, are a no frills sandwich made with only lobster meat and mayo on a hot dog bun. And, they’re delicious – if small – but it isn’t really the roll that people are after. And, while it’s true that part of the draw is a coming together to raise money for charity, that’s not the real riches the lobster sale produces. More than anything, buying the lobster rolls and the strawberry shortcakes, year after year, builds community. And community –- that sense of caring for; being cared for; and feeling a part of something bigger than yourself — makes life rich.
Which is why a bowl of strawberry shortcake or a small lobster roll from the festival is so special to so many.
“We had a woman call from as far away as Virginia,” said Penny. “She put in an order for 10 for tonight.”
Both churches add to their outreach by taking orders and delivering their respective dishes to local businesses on the Friday of the festival weekend.
“I did all the delivery,” said DeLorenzo, who brought bowls of strawberry short cake to about local 30 businesses on Friday afternoon. “It was the most popular I’ve ever been!”
It’s not easy to spot the food sales at the two churches – located on either side of the action packed green. But, if you don’t partake, you won’t be left hungry by any means.
About a half dozen good food stalls attend the festival.
Some – like Dave & Jerry’s — have been doing the arts festival for about 15 years. The two men sell trolley dogs and Italian ices and other foods, and have attracted their own following at the festival.
“They have the best French fries in all of New England!” volunteered Amy Abel of Kingstown, R.I. “We come every year. This must be our 20th year. It’s an annual outing for us. We love it.”
The Arts Festival is a serious art and craft show with a fine reputation.
But it could never be a festival if it weren’t for the food. Without the food, it would be an art show.
Food fills the weekend event with the sensuality of fresh juicy strawberries, lobster meat, French fries, and more. Food answers the eternal call with the exciting possibility of something special to eat, just for you.
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Restaurants on wheels – food trucks – are getting major support from the Boston City Council, which passed an ordinance in April to expand access to them. More recently, legislators opened up the first batch of locations throughout the city for about 30 mobile eateries, and — like mushrooms after rain — the trucks are sprouting up everywhere.
And last Saturday in Plymouth, there was The Fabulous Food Truck Festival.
Circled around the green at Pinehills Village, a half-dozen mobile restaurants created something akin to an instant, gourmet food court.
At midday there were at least 60 people in line at all the more unusual, new trucks like Bon Me, The Eat Wagon, and Grilled Cheese Nation.
Summer Shack’s Clambake on Wheels, The Froyo truck, and Kick Ass Cupcakes were also crowded, and although standing around on a beautiful day isn’t the worst way to pass time, I just didn’t have the patience.
If, however, I could walk up to a truck at a local park or parking lot and get a rice noodle salad for $6 — the way I now get a hot dog from the hot dog cart at Hingham’s Bathing Beach — I’d be there every day.
That said, I did, actually, weasel my way to the front of the line and into a delicious sandwich from Grilled Cheese Nation.
Like all the truck menus, partners Todd Saunders’ and Ron Sarni’s bill of fare is smartly small. I chose a delicious Gouda grilled cheese with caramelized onions and mushrooms, called In Gouda We Trust.
What makes the food truck phenomenon so exciting is that most of the food is fresh, innovative, and inexpensive.
Trucks are the new world for many young chefs coming up in a scaled-back economic climate flavored with environmental concerns. Their passion to make beautiful food, channeled through the times and the trucks, is resulting in simple yet sophisticated dishes made from high-quality — often organic and/or locally sourced — ingredients.
Saturday’s fare included burgers and hot dogs from grass-fed beef; cheeses from local producers like Smith’s Farmstead; organic breads from Iggy’s; and brown rice with tofu and shiitake mushrooms.
The trucks share a hip, no-frills, utilitarian style and depend on free, online marketing via websites, Facebook, and Twitter (Bon Me’s website identifies its trio of owners as “Ali (the Chef),” “Asta (the Trucker),” and “Pat (the Numbers Guy)”.
I don’t know the pedigree of all the chefs and cooks behind Saturday’s trucks, but I do know that Bon Me’s Ali trained at the country’s foremost cooking school – the Culinary Institute of America — and that Boston chef and James Beard nominee Will Gilson co-owns The Eat Wagon along with Aaron Cohen, the guy behind Twitter’s “Eat Boston.” (Nearly 16,000 people follow Cohen’s Tweets about where to eat in Boston.)
Grilled Cheese Nation owners Saunders and Sarni have also launched Food Truck Nation, a support organization for food truck owners and wannabes. The organization represents one of the food truck manufacturers, which could make it easy for newcomers to get in on the scene. Sarni is also the founder and president of the Boston Area Food Truck Association (BAFTA), which has 50-plus members who are extremely active.
“I’ve never seen a group of people working so hard to help each other. We’re trying to collectively launch an industry here. Our goal is to make Boston the best food truck city in America,” said Sarni.
Tricked out food trucks start at around $60,000 and average upwards to $150,000.
“The low cost, allows young culinary professionals to start a truck and make their mark,” said Sarni, who expects Boston to see a couple dozen food trucks this year and maybe as many as 50 next year.
He also thinks it’s inevitable that the phenomenon will be coming our way once it’s really up and running in Boston.
I’ll be waiting.
Here they come again: colorful farmers markets that spring up in the middle of nowhere like nomadic villages, filling parks and parking lots with local foods and goods and shoppers.
