Lucky's Coffee Garage

Fantastic! I had breakfast and coffee here every morning during my visit to Lebanon. Every single experience has delivered. They have what has to be one of the best breakfast sandwiches on a biscuit in the world. I'm not exaggerating. I tried a lot of breakfast sandwiches in a lot of different places. They also have fantastic baked goods. Oh, I almost forgot to mention the coffee. That's great too. That it comes as an afterthought should only serve to underline how good the food is. This photo was taken on a day that it was below five degrees outside. Early morning light on a classic with turkey sausage. Edit: did I forget to mention they make their own raspberry syrup for the raspberry mocha?

Stopped here on a trip to Vermont for some breakfast and coffee and was not disappointed! Great vibe, great food and the espresso was probably the best I’ve had in New England since I’ve moved here. Super unique atmosphere if you’re looking for something fun and different. The staff was super friendly and helpful as well.

Absolutely love, Lucky's! Their coffee is amazing, the baked goods are first class, and the employees are always kind. I can usually only go at busy times, and there's typically a line, sometimes out the door. It always moves relatively quickly and I promise it is worth the short wait!

This place is so cute and friendly! We were on a trip to hike and just stoped in to grab a bite and a coffee to go before hitting the mountain. Ended up ordering in the atmosphere is calm and fun. The food is out quick and delicious. Some unique sammiches, I got the time curry with a Cappuccino and my partner got the classic with an iced coffee we loved it. Would recommend to a friend! Our server also had a kick ass mustache!

I arrived on my birthday with the kind of reckless optimism usually reserved for fairy tales and tax refunds. Visions of those pancakes danced in my head fluffy, golden, gluten-free miracles that taste suspiciously like they were handcrafted by woodland spirits and finished with a whisper of butter and destiny. I had planned my entire morning around them. My outfit? Pancake-worthy. My mood? Jubilant. My stomach? Ready for glory. And then… No pancakes. Not even a crumb. Not a whisper. Not a rogue menu insert. Just the cold, echoing silence where pancakes should live. Reader, I nearly collapsed against the pastry case like a Victorian heroine with a fainting couch. Because listen, the chef who makes those pancakes is not merely cooking. They are summoning. Crafting. Channeling some a