I woke up today with a coffee craving. I don’t have any coffee at my house, so I’ve been looking forward to a hot cup in a cozy shop all day. Let’s see how this plays out.
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The first shop is closed.
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The second shop might be too hip, but I really like the space. It’s a new shop from a well-established local company that does food right. Waiting ten minutes for my drink isn’t sitting well with me, though.
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Aha! They made the wrong drink. I had to go up to the counter to find out what was happening since nobody realized I was still waiting for something that was never made. Let’s see how attempt number two turns out.
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Nope. Their second try was the wrong drink, too. Communication between the register and the espresso machine isn’t really happening. My theory: the fucking pour-over station is getting in the way. I can’t wait for that fad to pass.
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Finally got my drink. It’s lukewarm.
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I’m disappointed. I want to like this place, though, so I’ll keep trying. Perhaps they’ll tighten things up as time goes on. And the pour-over kid really needs to go.
