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Consider this scenario: You're riding through Napa Valley in a convertible, surrounded by a cool, dry breeze as the sun sinks into late afternoon. Permeating the air is the thrilling smell of charred oak and aged fruit, like you've sunk yourself into a wine cask. In the distance, you see rolling hills, layered with green grapevines and almond trees. Suddenly, there's a sign next to a cherry tree that reads, "Apiary – Fresh Honey Ahead."
Sitting at Infusion Tea on Edgewater Drive, sipping Assam black tea ($2) and munching on delicious vegetarian hummus ($6), I reflect on what this place has in common with my favorite hot dog counter in the East Village: They are both what sociologist Ray Oldenburg calls "Third Places." Naturally the First Place is home; the second is work (damn). Third Places are the gems, providing us the precious community we so often lack in our lives.
Remember all those rock songs you liked so much you just wanted to eat them up? Well, now's your chance. Emack & Bolio's is like eating rock & roll at its finest.