This morning Ryan and I departed Portsmouth, NH and headed north along the Maine coast via good ole’ Route 1. Oh, the drive was gorgeous. Too picturesque for words, and totally like photos out of a magazine: Narrow country roads winding through canopies of firey leaves, or small old towns of clapboard buildings with colorful leaves carpeting the roads and sidewalks.
But on to today’s trip pic: Sadly, when the scenery took a short hiatus, and Route 1 dumped us in Brunswick, ME, I discovered that Udder Place Coffee had succumbed to the recession. From the sad state of the tiny drive-through hut, it’d been a while.
It’s weird and sad to find that a business you liked didn’t succeed. I’d enjoyed more than one cup o’ joe from this colorful outpost in previous years. But as you may have guessed, the coffee wasn’t the only thing that called to me. I just don’t understand how a wacky college-town coffee shop could close, especially one where (if I may quote myself) the “drink names were as colorful as the odd-shaped building topped by a cow in a teacup.” That’s just not something you see every day, and you’d think novelty alone could have kept it going.