Rocket is the flesh that clings to the bones of what was, originally, the Neyle-Soper Hardware Store, which operated on Water Street for over 100 years. At its core, it still looks like an old-timey hardware store. When I was little, I’d go there with my Dad when he needed something for a DIY. Every time I’m at Rocket, in my mind, I can see four-inch nails in bins. I think they were sold by weight. A clerk would put them in thick paper bags for you.
Now they put French style pastries, like Rocket’s brilliant macarons, in bags, or pulled pork turnovers, or burritos to go. Of course, you can eat right there. Rocket has two rooms for dining. Kelly Mansell would call them “funky” rooms. (Works for me.) Both rooms, with painted shiplap walls, were filled with sturdy, used furniture store wooden tables and every kind of vintage wooden kitchen chair.
Monday isn’t the best day for dining out. Many restaurants are closed and the ones that are open aren’t up to full speed after a busy weekend. Rocket, on the other hand, never closes and always seems to be running on all cylinders. We felt confident that Mansell and company would provide a satisfying lunch. They did.