Mihoka F.
Yelp
Walking into this cafe feels like stepping into your eccentric uncle's hobby room/garage--if your uncle loved plants, was an enthusiast of speakers and sound quality, liked to woodshop, and brewed coffee so pleasant it could resurrect me from the dead. The vibe was so welcoming, and the service made me feel validated and seen, just like my therapist, but I didn't need healthcare or pay out-of-pocket prices for care (just a coffee).
I ordered the New Orleans cold brew because the cute barista told me it was floral. This stuff is smoother than jazz on a Friday night, with just enough kick to remind you that you're alive (and might need to get some work done). I can imagine myself taking this coffee on a date to the beach on a foggy morning, cheering me up, even if the date went sour.
I was working hard at the cafe, setting up for the ridiculously large class I must teach, when Uncle (my savior)--yes, he deserves that status--sidles up to me with a grin and offers me a slice of pistachio banana bread. "you've been here a while..." I'm not saying he's a psychologist, but I felt a part of my childhood trauma disappear as I was seen--yes, indeed, I have been working here for a while :')! The bread? Oh, it's not just bread. It almost took the responsibilities of my depression meds away (almost). Pistachios and bananas shouldn't work together, but they do, like an odd couple of baked goods. I didn't know I needed it, but now I'm contemplating whether I *really* need my SSRIs. But I brought some home to my partner, who agreed it was pleasant.
In conclusion, 10/10 would return to feel like part of Uncle's eccentric but charming, caffeinated family again. I may bring my partner along next time to get coffee uncle's blessings. Lol. He may not know me, but I will ask to judge my partner anyway.
**For those on antidepressants, please consult your doctor before stopping treatment. Although banana bread is a gift from the powers that may be, it doesn't do the same things the meds do.:'O