Stale and burnt coffee combined with rude, even hostile service make this the last place on Pearl Street you should ever go for coffee.
Rules for the Coffee Nazis:
1) If they recognize someone as a regular, he or she will be served next regardless of how long others have waited in line. I think you can become a regular by donating 20 or more krugerands to their widows and orphans fund, but it's unclear.
2) They have bagels and muffins, but don't order one as you'll provoke a hysteria of confusion.
3) Are you a regular? I'm not sure I want to speak to you... Well, I guess if there's no one cool here I recognize, I can unsmilingly take...your...order.
4) Eek, it's the two grim guys working there. If I order wrong, they look like they might start a fight.
5) Sigh, it's the two bespectacled girls working there. Here comes the attitude and the chunky, burnt coffee.
I've worked next door for a year now and have made over fifty visits, so this isn't a one-off opinion. I would love for this to be my local coffee shop, but it's just unpleasant all around, and on their best day the coffee is just meh. Never again.
more