Christopher Owens
Google
Popped into Giant Coffee Co. on a mission: one writer, one laptop (at 38% battery), and one emotionally charged memoir-in-progress about ex-lovers who shall not be named (but definitely will be written about). And let me tell you, this place delivered.
From the outside, Giant gives off the kind of sleek, modern vibes you’d expect from an architecture magazine spread—complete with palm trees, crisp white lines, and a chic desert-modern aesthetic that says, “Yes, I journal AND I moisturize.”
Inside? Total vibe. Think warm wood tones, industrial ceilings, and just enough green plants to say, “We care about oxygen.” There’s a retro guitar mounted on the wall like a piece of visual poetry (or perhaps a subtle reminder not to date musicians again). The seating is cozy without being too let’s-share-feelings close, and the people-watching is top-tier.
The staff? Friendly, cool, and caffeinated—just like the espresso. My latte was strong (like the boundary I should’ve had with Chad), and the pastry I inhaled was flaky perfection. I did shed a small tear when I realized there were no power outlets, but honestly? Sometimes the universe says, “Just write, don’t scroll.” And I listened.
Giant Coffee Co. is the kind of place that makes writer’s block feel like a temporary detour rather than a brick wall. I left a few pages lighter and a lot more caffeinated.
Will I be back? Absolutely. Next time I’ll just bring a fully charged device—and maybe a first date to psychoanalyze over cortados.