I ended up staying for an hour just sitting in my car, watching the sun dip behind the trees. I saw a kid ride a bike with no hands. A woman watered her petunias. A dog barked, but it was a happy bark. (You know the one.) Villa Capri 2 isn’t trying to impress anyone. It’s just comfortable, like an old sweatshirt you refuse to throw away.
So next time you’re driving through Sparta and you see that sign—the one that looks like it was designed in 1983—don’t roll your eyes. Take a detour. You might just find the most unpretentious, quietly charming little corner of New Jersey. And if you see Frank, tell him the guy with the iced coffee says hi. He’ll know what you mean.
