This is the third of many posts detailing my trip to Florida in early December of last year. I apologize for the delay, but I think I was saving these posts for when I could use a little bit of sunshine. Today – with the cold weather surrounding me – is the perfect day to relive those memories.
Leaving De Leon Springs, we headed about 30 minutes away to Cassadaga, which was founded in the late 1800s as a spiritualist camp. We had delicious appetizer at Sinatra’s Ristorante’ (located inside the Cassadaga Hotel) of bruschetta (plus a martini for my friend). The tomatoes in the bruschetta tasted like they had just been picked and the balsamic vinegar that topped the dish added the perfect bit of tang. Next time we go, we will stay in the hotel as we heard person after person calling to see which room was “haunted”. The entire atmosphere in the town felt calming and I can see why people flock there.
After a quick search on Google, we made our way to the outskirts of Cassadaga. Our goal, or rather my goal, was to visit the legendary Devil’s Chair, located in a nearby cemetery. According to one local legend, an unopened can of beer left on the chair will be empty by morning. The Devil is sometimes said to appear to anyone so bold as to sit in the chair The cemetery itself felt eerie, like something out of ‘Night of the Living Dead’ and while we spotted 3 different brick chairs, I only took my picture in one – leaving plenty of room for a second person to sit. We quickly left after seeing an old grave with a large, and I mean human sized, hole dug all the way to the coffin.
We stopped to the Sweet Spot on the way home. I got a cup of chocolate ice cream topped with their outstanding homemade whipped cream. I experienced an instant bout of food envy however when I tasted the Frozen Explosion (ice coffee blended with the boyfriends choice of vanilla ice cream). We spent the rest of the evening relaxing.
355 Cassadaga Rd.
115 East Rich Ave.