Amuse-Bouche: Benefit Juice Bar and Cafe


Nestled on the corner of Benefit and Transit Streets, and adjacent to the already well-established destination, Darwin’s, Benefit Juice Bar & Café joins the College Hill culinary community. On November 17th, the small but cozy cafe opened its doors to serve spins on breakfast and lunchtime classics. The owners consider themselves lucky to be among beautifully restored homes, churches and museums, and only a block away from Providence’s historic waterfront. We consider ourselves lucky to try their fresh made-to-order juices, whole fruit smoothies, fair trade coffee, baked goodies, house-made soups, sandwiches, paninis, and seasonal salads.

But don’t venture to Benefit Juice Bar & Café if you’re boring content with mundane eats. Benefit Juice Bar & Café’s menu boasts distinctive panini combinations like the “Veggie Bahn Mi” (chunky peanut butter, sriracha, apple, and cilantro), the “Roman Holiday” (soppressata, mortadella, fontina, house pickled onions, and lemon-dressed arugula), and the “Bad Boy” (shaved roast beef, cheddar cheese sauce, and crispy fried onions). Continue Reading

Reflections on Benefit Street: The themed wedding dilemma

Themed weddings. A good idea? A bad idea? Or a really, really ohsweetbabyjesus-what-were-Mom-and-Dad-thinking bad idea? I’m not talking about your standard beach or country wedding here. I’m talking about your Lord of The Rings-, Star Wars-, Avatar-, “Hello Kitty”-, Renaissance-, and Harry Potter-themed ceremonies. Because really, what could be more romantic than dressing weird Uncle Steve up as Chewbacca and listening to him toast to the new couple in perfect wookie shyriiwook?

If you walked down Benefit Street last Saturday around 12 p.m., chances are that you probably saw quite the spectacle at the First Unitarian Church. Three WWII soldiers, one Viking, a spattering of colonial women, a knight, and what seemed to be a very short Dementor were just some of the cast members assembled outside the church. At first glance, it looked like an eight-year-old’s birthday party—albeit a weird eight-year-old with a really offbeat sense of humor. But there were no children present (other than one small boy dressed up as a chimney sweep). In the center of the action were a man and a woman dressed in medieval garb. They kissed, the crowd cheered, and it all suddenly made sense—this ragtag group was a wedding party.

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