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If irony were caffeine, this place would finally be strong at something.
The spot tries very hard to cosplay as a gritty, pro community, thrift store aesthetic café but somehow lands squarely in overpriced coffee with a superiority complex. The person who appears to be the owner or manager could not be bothered to greet anyone, crack a smile, or acknowledge that customers are, in fact, the reason the lights are on. Very I am above you, but please fund my lifestyle energy.
The coffee tastes like beans that have been emotionally neglected. Stale, flat, and wildly overvalued yet priced like it was harvested by monks at sunrise. You are paying an arm and a leg for a cup that tastes like it has been safe spaced from freshness.
The performative values are chef’s kiss. Heavy for the people energy until it is time to actually serve people. We were quietly handed paper cups instead of glass apparently because we did not fit the preferred aesthetic. Nothing screams equality like tiered drinkware.
The whole experience feels like being lectured about humility by someone charging luxury prices for mediocrity. It is not edgy, it is not authentic, it is just rude, pretentious, and wildly impressed with itself.
If you enjoy paying premium prices for budget execution, being judged instead of welcomed, and watching attitude masquerade as depth, this might be your vibe. Otherwise, skip this low budget, high price experiment and support a place that understands both coffee and basic human decency.