bread alone in woodstock, ny.
Monday, January 7, 2013
whilst skiing in the catskills, we drove to woodstock (as in THE woodstock) for our daily breakfast at bread alone. lots of hippity dippity locals enjoying their organic what-have-ya's with a side of granola and almond milk. i'm not gonna lie, me and woodstock went together like pb&j's. except for the coldness. those dang catskills are cold.
bread alone was also one of the few places we had cell service (gasp). it was refreshing to be unreachable, just not all the time. calls had to be made to prove we didn't freeze to death.
flannel is stylish in woodstock, ya know. also, all wheel drive.