As of late, it seems I've been on a quest to cultivate simple pleasures. If you're a francophile, you're undoubtedly imagining the beginning of the classic scene from Amelie where Audrey Tatou sinks her hands into a bag of beans at the market because she finds the sensation pleasurable. And for those of you who think I sound completely mad from this description, I encourage you to check out Amelie for its endless charm.
One of my favorite bloggers and fellow francophile, Shannon Ables from The Simply Luxurious Life, also discusses her quest for simple pleasures on her blog, podcast, and in her book. She always paints this lovely image of her weekly indulgences in a croissant for breakfast. She has a special bakery she visits, and even though she enjoys her steel cut oats as her everyday meal, she's always eager for her weekend breakfast treat.
Out of imitation and a sincere love for croissants (and french pastries in general), I too have been on the hunt for the perfect croissant and coffee experience. When I lived at home with my parents, the closest I could get was an occasional trip to Starbucks for one of their flimsy croissants. And while the ritual itself was satisfying, the croissant and atmosphere left much to be desired.
However, my luck changed about two weeks ago when I happened to be scrolling through my Instagram feed and saw a post from Bandit Coffee Co, the coffee shop partially owned by my much-beloved Minimalists. The post welcomed Passenger coffee products to their shop, which prompted me to nearly have a heart attack because Passenger Coffee Roaster is located in Lancaster—only a stone's throw from where I live. My first thought was that the degrees of separation between me and The Minimalists were decreasing rapidly, followed by planning a visit as soon as possible. Luckily as a fellow minimalist and coffee junkie, B was more than happy to plan a Saturday morning date around breakfast at Passenger.
In short, Passenger is much like having all of my coffee-croissant dreams come true. The atmosphere was perfect. The croissant delightfully crisp and the coffee ideal. When B and I went back the following day (probably more to come on that later), he called his espresso a religious experience and I couldn't help but agree. There was something perfect about this little coffee shop. Everything—from the coffee to the decor—was crafted with such care that you immediately feel a sort of serenity. I got so lost in the moment, B even captured this less than glamorous shot of me blissing out with my croissant. However, it so perfectly captured my state of calm that I thought it was worth including!
I could give you all sorts of reasons to go to Passenger. The photos alone should encourage you. But with this post, I don't want to give you a review. Instead, think of this as a friendly reminder to find what makes you feel a small moment of bliss and make time for it as often as possible. B and I both agreed that this is something we hope to make a weekend ritual and I can't wait for our next trip.
As I continue to find what brings value to my life, I encourage you to do the same. Maybe you'll find the perfect coffee shop for a weekend treat to share with the one you love, too :)