"At some point, it’s likely a loved one has tugged at your sleeve, begging for a hit of the siren sauce straight from the source. If so, you might know that all of the Willy Wonka-like mise en scène here creates the illusion that there’s cool coffee nerd sh*t happening—but it’s all theater. Rather, this is a hellish alternate dimension where you fork over $9 for a small (whoopsie…“tall”) latte that tastes like farm dirt. It’s pretty much the same stuff, only more expensive. Best to use this place for the bar, where the cold brew cocktails don’t taste half bad. Or browse the merch and get a silly “coffee person” hat that’ll end up at Goodwill in a month. 0, unless you count the addition of an affogato" - kayla sager riley, aimee rizzo