Cameron B.
Yelp
I am moved to review this place, if only because its Oak Park and the standard for pompous and mediocre was set in this august place. But Fairgrounds is a cut above in the realm of Oak Park FOS. At $5.27 for a medium coffee, I was expecting...quite frankly...multiple explosive orgasms and possibly a bit of cuddling afterwards. After all, having shelled out the equivalent of three months salary in Rwanda, I thought "hey...at least its gonna be great coffee even if I had to take out a second mortgage for it".
Alas, like all things Oak Park, its not about the product being produced, and more about making the pompous asses of Oak Park feel superior and smug. The coffee is, frankly, awful. Simultaneously tasteless and bitter, the experience of watching the self important "barista" pour hot water over a cup with poorly ground coffee chips in it wasn't so much confusing since I'm used to Oak Park performance art masquerading as skill, but I was nonetheless struck by the theater at which a place that makes...at least nominally...coffee, could take the Automatic Drip Coffee machine concept and make it artisanally manual in such an exacting and showy manner.
The end result, however, was a lovely, but empty, suit. The coffee (and I will say I know a thing or two about good coffee) is terrible. I mean god-awful terrible, not your run of the mill "this sucks!"!
It is perhaps informed by the cost of the product and the incongruity of watching such showmanship in the construction that would have to strive MUCH further to become merely mediocre, but I must say that the end result is decidedly not good, bad, insufficient, and deserving of any other superlatives that describe such a Kyle Farnsworth-esque epic miss. Not to be too strenuous in hammering home the point, but this coffee flat out sucks, and the ludicrous show put on only underscores what a steaming pile of offal is being served up for the overprivileged DOOPers of the People's Republic. For a town so FOS, however, I can only say I applaud the effort to ensure the prevailing omphaloskepsis continues by refueling the populace's appetite for human waste that this coffee represents. I further applaud the organization that is so "next level" in the culinary arts that picking through predigested civet feces for the smoothest possible beans has been elevated to skipping the coffee altogether and simply urinating in a cup.