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The Seaplane Works :: Rochester

This weekend contained one of the best Saturdays I’ve had in a while. I achieved approximately nothing, but I got to hang out with my guy, pottered about and then even squeezed in a mid afternoon nap! The stuff of legends.

A particular high point was the half-hour or so that I spent sipping a rich hot chocolate in The Seaplane Works, the latest addition to Rochester’s burgeoning hipster coffee scene, courtesy of the renowned artist Billy Childish. It didn’t disappoint.

HSGS at The Seaplane Works 1 - Hello Sam Goodbye Samantha

HSGS at The Seaplane Works 2 - Hello Sam Goodbye Samantha

I think it’s testament to the quality of the hot chocolate that the only picture I have is of the bottom of the cup!

HSGS at The Seaplane Works 3 - Hello Sam Goodbye Samantha

The café has a small but perfectly formed menu, with a focus on no-grain whole foods. I haven’t actually eaten here yet, but a couple of my friends are positively evangelical about the salads.

They have a minimal online presence at the moment, but the Seaplane Works Facebook page states that they cater to paleo and vegan diets. I am neither, but still found a couple of items on the menu that piqued my interest, for sure.

HSGS at The Seaplane Works 4 - Hello Sam Goodbye Samantha

The hot chocolate itself was perfectly sweet without being sickly, had a creamy consistency and most importantly, was hot! I can’t stand it when hot chocolates are tepid, because you end up finished about 3 years before your partner. It’s a hard life.

HSGS at The Seaplane Works 5 - Hello Sam Goodbye Samantha

While it was quiet when we first entered, the atmosphere soon picked up and before too long the place was happily bustling. The café itself has got a great modern London-ish feel to it, which I think is exactly what Rochester needs.

It could, in my humble opinion, do with a little more paraphernalia or artwork on the walls, but all in all, it’s a wonderful addition to our High Street and I urge you to go, forthwith!

Un Petit Café Avec Un Peu De Lait

There is this chap at my workplace, and for the sake of anonymity, lets call him *Ron. Ron is a great guy, he’s married with a baby son, and has been building his house for 2 years. Ron also is the barista. And he’s a bit of a bugger. He took a little while to warm up to me, but now that I’ve become a semi-regular around the joint, I have been welcomed into the inner sanctum on Ron-ness. An inner sanctum that has serious perks.

Numero uno, free coffee. Now there is little that makes my heart leap as much as those two words. I freakin love those little loyalty stamp cards, where if you buy 10 coffees your next one’s free. One of the happiest days in my sad sad life was when I discovered that at Exomod you ONLY NEED TO BUY EIGHT COFFEES TO GET ONE FREE! That’s right, people, run, don’t walk.

So anyway, back to Ron and the inner sanctum. I thought he was the boss there, hence the dishing out of said perks. But it has recently come to my attention that he is not the head honcho at the cafe, and therefore his generous rewards scheme is in fact, a delicate dance of mystery and espionage. You see, if *Ron, (now do you see why I am protecting his identity?) was caught, there would be a moderate scolding involved, and immediate cessation of freebies. The best bit though, is that when Boss-lady is around, he charges me for the coffee, but, wait for it, GIVES ME DOUBLE STAMPS. oh god.