Sara L.
Google
The Roosevelt Room had some redeeming qualities: excellent service, a fantastic vibe, and food that was surprisingly decent (two out of four plates were genuinely delicious!). But the coffee. Oh, the coffee. It was so remarkably awful and bitter, it overshadowed everything. For a breakfast place, serving such an awful, bitter brew is a major letdown (as commented in another review).
When the waitress mentioned their decaf brand name was 'Columbian' from Costa Rica (then corrected to 'Colombian,' citing a likely menu misprint), I just chuckled. Because whatever that was, it tasted less like coffee and more like a bitter, existential crisis in liquid form, as if the beans took a scenic detour from Colombia (best coffee in the world by most baristas) or Costa Rica (ranked among the best) through a charcoal plant after being dark roasted in a volcano to be brewed with regret at the Roosevelt Room.
I just realized my coffee snob transformation might officially be complete.