That's right. Bread and Cheese Hollow Road. Hard to believe that's possible, isn't it? But there it is.
If you are familiar with Long Island and the Commack/Northport area you will know that if you go north on Commack Road it's gonna turn into Townline Road once you cross Jericho Turnpike. Then it all of a sudden turns into Bread and Cheese Hollow Road when you cross Pulsaski Road for about two miles. Then it turns into Fresh Pond Road once you get north of Fort Salonga Road where it eventually ends at the Long Island Sound. Yeah, in about a five mile stretch the same road goes by 4 different names. Welcome to Long Island.
But none of that really matters. What really matters is that we have a fucking road named Bread and Cheese Hollow Road.
And that, my friends, is bad-ass! Well, maybe not bad-ass, but it is kinda cool.
The North Shore of Long Island is littered with stretches of road named "this" Hollow and "that" Hollow. Some of them may even be haunted, according to certain legends. These roads all run along low, wooded areas that run between the hills of the North Shore. And those low, wooded areas were called hollows back in the day. This particular hollow was an old boundary between the Towns of Huntington and Smithtown in the late 17th Century, and to this day it partially marks that boundary. And the boundary was marked in this hollow with hedges grown from hawthorne, planted there by a gentleman named Richard Smith.
Richard Smith had grown up in Yorkshire, England. At at that time the leaves of the hawthorne (or hawthorn) plant were known as "bread and cheese" by the locals. They are edible, I guess, but I can't imagine that they taste anything like bread and/or cheese. But they do have these wonderful white blossoms and they are fast growing so they became commonly used for boundaries in that area. Since they grow well in just about any soil they made their way over to the Colonies where they were also originally used for boundary lines before, ya know, fences and shit.
And, voila! Bread and Cheese Hollow Road*. Now it makes PERFECT sense!
So...what's your favorite named local road?
*There is another local legend about how the name came to be. Richard Smith (remember him?) was granted the lands of Smithtown by a local Native American chief around 1665 for rescuing the chief's kidnapped daughter. He was told that he could have all the land that he could encircle while riding a bull in one day. There is a statue of this bull...named Whisper...standing in the center of Smithtown to this very day. Anyway, according to legend, he stopped in this hollow to have a bread and cheese sandwich. Dude got hungry. Wiki doesn't mention it, but this story has been mostly debunked by local historians. But I think I like it better.
Note: Remember to play the Bug-Eyed Trivia Challenge every day. That was a long way toward a pretty lame story, wasn't it?