Kat A.
Yelp
(5 out of 5 stars for the sheer comedic value, 1 out of 5 for actual matcha)
Oh, I was so excited. Out of town, first cup of the day, a glorious anticipation for that earthy, vibrant punch of matcha. What I received, however, was a profound culinary experience--a transcendental journey to the dairy aisle.
This establishment doesn't just serve matcha; they serve a bold and innovative dish I can only describe as "Milk, Lightly Tainted with Hope."
It's clear the barista approaches the matcha powder canister like it holds a priceless, mythical spice. I picture them using a tiny, ceremonial brush, dusting off exactly three precious granules, just enough to coax the milk from "plain white" to "a color that might, in certain lighting conditions, be interpreted as a vague pastel green."
My friend ordered the same drink, and guess what? Identical! A perfect consistency of non-flavor.
I'm an optimist, so I thought, "Perhaps it was an off day!" We bravely returned. We ordered it again. The dedication to their craft is astounding: They nailed the milky-nothingness a second time.
If your ideal matcha has all the powerful, invigorating taste of... well, cold milk, then cancel your flight to Japan, because you've found your mecca. If, however, you like to taste the actual tea you paid for, you might leave here feeling more milked than invigorated.
A truly unforgettable, and ultimately hilarious, disappointment. Cheers! (With milk.)
Pro Tip: If you're a lactose-intolerant matcha fan, I suggest bringing your own ceremonial-grade matcha and mixing it into a glass of air. It will have a much stronger flavor profile.