Barely 48 hours had passed and we were already on a train heading north out of the city. You see, last time we were in town having lunch at the northern tip of Manhattan, I quietly wondered where the train line went to as it swung under the Henry Hudson Bridge and continued along the Hudson River-bank. It’s a stunning part of the state, from what I could see. Wide stretch of deep water, dense forests growing up the banks and sheer cliffs towering over the Hudson.
A little research before we hit American shores this time around gave me a bit of an insight into Westchester County, revealing a string of gorgeous riverside villages and a tiny farmers market I craved to see.
Merely 25 minutes train ride from New York’s Grand Central, Tarrytown is a picture perfect village built over rolling hills and lush forest. The drizzling rain may have been a bit of a downer, but getting a tad wet didn’t lessen my appreciation for the beautiful wooden houses complete with wide porches and the occasional rocking chair. It was like walking through a movie set in some areas.
Leaving Manhattan early meant we didn’t have a chance to grab a coffee prior to arriving at Tarrytown. As we explored the main street in neighbouring Sleepy Hollow, we stopped in at the local Italian deli after spotting the “Espresso & Cappuccino” sign on the front window. All the local guys that came in for coffee or food were on first name basis with the owners; an endearing thing to see in such a cute little town.
And yes, this is the famous spot where the short story of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow is based, written by Washington Irving. To my disappointment, no headless horseman was seen tearing around the glen.
A couple of coffee’s perked us up before we hit the market up the road in Tarrytown.
Up on the hill at the edge of Patriots Park is the very short string of small marquee’s where local Hudson Valley vendors offer their wares. Stone fruits were out in full force; the first of the season and still not as sweet as they’ll inevitably become.
Cherries galore as well and a great selection of berries at ridiculously cheap prices. I guess they were normal prices for the locals, but for us Aussies, seeing a quart punnet of blueberries for $3 or $4 was irresistible. Back in Australia the same sized punnet would set you back about $15.
A couple of fresh fruit and vegetable vendors sell their goods at the market, plus Pura Vida Fisheries with a limited selection of fresh seafood to take home.
One or two stands sell baked goods and one vendor that got my attention was Pickle Licious with their delicious edibles ranging from pickled green tomatoes to gherkins and olives. It was hard to not take a sample of every one of them.
Heading back into the main centre of Tarrytown, our still jet-lagged bodies were screaming out for another coffee. A quick look on Bean Hunter and I found the place that would satisfy our needs. Coffee Labs Roasters roasts its own beans in-house and is supremely busy with locals and visitors alike. Nabbing a table requires a bit of patience when it’s busy and a queue of coffee addicts is snaking towards the door.
I order a macchiato and am surprised to say it was one of the best I’ve encountered anywhere I’d previously been in the States. I find a lot more milk is used in a macchiato in this country, making it more of a piccolo latte, just shorter. Still, the one at Coffee Labs was sensational. Strong caramel flavour and a killer crema.