MOTO Coffee/Machine

Just amazing .... the best coffee shop in town. The young lady's that serves me marie and kiemita are the sweetest. Highly recommended moto.

Stopped here for a quick coffee, couldn't resist walking around the motorcycle shop out back. In interesting mash up for a store! Nice selection of coffees and cafe racers.

Really fun place to hang out if you're into motorcycles. Otherwise it's just an expensive coffee shop, although the specialty coffee is very good. Organic and stuff. Very clean place

Absolutely love this place but definitely miss the waffles (hint hint 😉). The BEST place around for bike gear and anything you need for bikes...amazing employees 👌🏻

One of the most popular cafes in Hudson. The unique atmosphere is provided by motorcycle parts and sometimes guys in biker gear.

My favorite coffee in town (I tried almost all of them), but one star down because the panini/grill machines give off a lot of smoke/smell... go for take out coffee or enjoy at sidewalk tables...

My hubby brought me here. He loves motorcycles and I love coffee so it's perfect. Had the maple late it was so delicious, nice and strong!

Great spot to meetup for a ride. Coffee & motorcycles. Need i say more.

When the bars and pubs closed at Four, I finally booked the first leg of my journey home, the Maple Leaf from Penn Station to Hudson, embarking at 7:15 A.M. It might have been wiser to book it all the way home to Syracuse, but Sunday should be made sacred by at least one special observance. I wanted to cruise along the beautiful Hudson River and walk up from the shoreline rail station to the galleries and shoppes I had enjoyed so much in early spring, around Easter and Memorial Day. After booking my ticket, I walked towards Penn Station where a nap awaited. The delis had opened for breakfast, the street pizza joints assuaged the hunger of Lions and Robots and Faires, still under the enchantment of the drinking district. "Damn, I want to have a dram of Jamesons at the Playwright", I thought as I passed that institution at Forty Fifth and Eighth. I passed on a ten dollar bottle of beer juice. I happily bought a pair of red hots at a counter near Madison Square Garden. A young turk, just a term for a young man, asked me, "Why do you want to eat hot dogs at five in the morning"? "Simple, it's Manhattan near the Gardens". "I agree with your logic, sir". And he vanished into the night with his entourage.

I checked into the Amtrak waiting room although I found the lights of the digital advertisements mesmerizing. I found the hustle and flow of the men and women staying up all night on the streets outside the portal fascinating too, but I had two hours to nap. The Amtrak assistant woke me up, concerned, "Sir, Sir, aren't you going on the Palmetto to the Carolinas? Last call"! "Thanks. I'm bound for Hudson on the Maple Leaf". I actually wished I had paid the twenty for the special lounge with couches for the ultimate in snoozing, plus juice and coffee and snacks.

I slept, awoke in Croton on Hudson where the river is broad. I slept, awoke in Rhineland, where the cliffs weep waterfall tears. I gathered my items to be ready to jump off in the next station, Hudson.

On my walk up to MOTO coffeeshop on Warren, the main street of Hudson, I saw the door of Hudson Hall ajar. Inside I found a sequence of architectural photos taken by an architect working on the renovation of a Jewish Temple designed by Albert Kahn in 1972. I had watched in 1990 as laborers tore down a Kahn designed DeSoto factory next to my office trailer. The reinforcing steel wire in the columns had to be cut by a torch. I wrote an account of this demolition in the guest book and denoted an irony. Albert Kahn, an architect who changed the way buildings could be constructed, died of a coronary in 1974, found in a bathroom stall of Penn Station. My day had begun at Penn Station, now much different than the station of 1974, forty four years ago.

Lots of seating, fun motorcycle vibes, and friendly staff. Coffee was decent. Definitely a unique place to stop by.