The inaugural endeavor of a Montana-born (and BU-grad) java habitué eager to bring a slow-paced indie coffee house vibe to an area where large men hit things with bats, NC&C's a quaint 16-seater boasting white wood benches, ceramic subway tiles, and Victorian Toile-papered (no, not toilet papered) walls hung with pictures of dudes that grow coffee beans. Expect to dance with:
A full lineup of artisan-roasted drip and French press java from George Howell's Terroir coffee in Acton (suck it, Boxborough!) along with fancier steamed ciders, teas, and Spanish coffee blended with Ghirardelli syrup.
Cake balls, meringues, and macaroons, along with myriad other baked goods and pastries that don't have a cool name like the cake balls.
The thing that keeps the French economy humming: Arrogant pessimism! crepes!!! Pop in for savory moves like the hummus, roasted peppers & feta Monksquirrelly, or opposite of savory moves like the Nutella-topped Rawling w/ cookies & cream crumbles & fresh mint dust, not to be confused with the angel kind of dust that makes you think it's okay to hit everything with bats.