Jacynda Minor
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I loved every single art thing about this place.
Every room, besides the cafe, was better than I even expected it to be. But guy, eat before you come here! The cafe is deceptively open and fresh looking, but it’s just vending machine fare with a comically high price tag. I spent $26 (plus tip) on a soda, a protein bar (that was the most offensively meh thing I’ve ever had) and the very dry, very chewy, shadow of what a scone once was. Oh and a really good individually wrapped chocolate covered Oreo cookie. The Oreo was 5 bucks. Isn’t that fun? It was good tho, and my coke was in a glass bottle with cane sugar so I genuinely enjoyed my snack, sans scone, sans bar anyway.
Also, if you carry a backpack purse, as in, a purse sized purse that mimics a backpack in shape but not size with 2 straps instead of one so your arthritic, scoliosis havin ass can distribute weight evenly and carry things without undue pain or discomfort, somehow you will become VERY well informed of their policy- if it’s shaped like a backpack, you must carry it on just one shoulder, like you’re AC Slater, just swangin, hanging off one side, strap flapping in the wind, so it’s as uncomfortable and in the way as possible- and if your body corrects that for you when you’re not paying attention, via muscle memory, and your other arm goes into the loose strap that is hanging there empty so as to wear your purse properly, one of many very polite goblins with no doubt an advanced degree or two will jump out of a cupboard and recite:
Your curse, this purse, if you wish to hold
chapstick, wallet, and other treasures untold-
Wear it weird and unwieldy or as we foretold
Leave it in the car, make that journey twofold