The Cold Spring Tavern - A Travel Piece
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The Cold Spring Tavern
In theory, it was not romantic. And yet as I observed the
history of The Cold Spring Tavern in the black and white photos on the walls
and the hulking sturdiness of the stone fireplace, the romanticism began to
swell within me.
You ask for a bowl of the wild game black bean chili and it
is served steaming. The smell, as though all of nature had been created for this
bowl of chili, is divine. After blowing on a spoonful to cool it, you bring
the food to your lips and taste the warmth. The game meat, beans and tomato
base have no problem sharing the stage. It is delicious!
I was chilled before taking that bite of chili, but in
feeling the warmth start in my head and travel to my toes, I understood the
essential purpose of food. I found something romantic in the more primitive
need for sustenance. I was not eating out of indulgence...Ironically, I really
was. I had come to The Cold Spring Tavern to do what most people would-try it
for myself. However, the place, in all its antique glory, made me feel that I
had come out of necessity. It did not ask me to walk through its doors and
grant it my lofty appraisal. Rather, I asked it if I might be welcomed in. If I
could take shelter within its walls, sit beside the fire and eat, that I
might live to see another day.
Why is that romantic? I think it plays on something
instinctual. But you will have to try it for yourself!
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