SPOT COFFEE – GLENS FALLS, NY
An almost mud room quality entry opens to a large room that has a different color painted on each wall. The silver ceiling exposes the duct work of the same color; lights hang in rows, half oval shaped with thin lines creating ridges all around. Fiona Apple’s ‘Criminal’ is playing in the background, a remix. Paintings and photographs adorn the mismatched walls with a business card from local artists tucked in each frames corner.
At the center of the large room a low faux-leather couch faces two similar chairs, between which lies a petite oval table. Surrounding this are small round and rectangular tables with two to four chairs each. The furniture varies between light and dark wood atop similarly contrasting floors; together with the haphazard wall colors, there is a deliberate incongruity.
A set of stairs with iron (or pseudo-iron more likely) railings reminiscent of an earlier era that lead to an additional sitting room. The back wall is covered in windows and mirrors; they have gone to lengths to create the illusion of space in this much more quaint and confined area.
A fireplace to the far left with more faux-leather chairs, a book case to the immediate right and a long table in front of that which recalls a high school cafeteria, if those tables had been wooden. The original brick was kept along the wall of the entryway, pieces of which have obviously been repaired, others will seemingly be in need soon.
Speakers and a drum set protrude from the far corner of the large room. After inquiry as I received my second loyalty stamp (your 10th coffee is free), the barista informs me that there are open mics each Friday and usually a musical guest on Saturdays.
Every man within my vision in the larger room is balding. The young man with a full head of hair wanders into the smaller, girlfriend close behind, sitting near the fireplace. They pay no attention to me at the family style table. She sits on his lap. They can’t be any older than 16 or 17; an age where the proximity of each other’s physical bodies signifies the intimacy of a relationship, and showing that proximity gives it strength.
Located nearby the Crandall Library, many patrons can be seen with book in hand. Several others a laptop propped beside their purple paper cup (you may ask them to fill a thermos as I do). The crowd is quite divided between pairs of interaction and happily distant individuals.
The incongruous color scheme seems representative of the clientele – from businessmen to students to local poets – all are attracted to the quirky yet cathartic atmosphere. The $1.87 price tag on a regular small coffee certainly helps as well. I will be a repeat customer for sure.