John C.
Yelp
"Brewed Like a Power Chord: My Visit to Spikes"
Walking into Spikes felt like strumming an open E--warm, full-bodied, and instantly satisfying. From the moment the door swung open with a little jangle (like the intro of a jangly Rickenbacker tune), I knew I was plugged into something special.
The espresso? That was the lead solo. Smooth, sharp, and cut through the morning haze like a Strat through a Marshall stack. It had that perfect crema sustain, like the sweet overdrive of a tube amp pushed just right. Every sip felt like a well-bent note--meant to linger and stir something deep.
I went with a cappuccino for the second round, which landed like a jazzy chord voicing--complex, creamy, and just the right amount of foam feedback. The barista, clearly the Hendrix of the La Marzocco, dialed in the shot with precision. Watching them work was like watching someone fingerpick a nylon-string with total finesse--graceful, intentional, and in the pocket.
The vibe of the place? Think vintage Telecaster meets lo-fi vinyl shop. Woodgrain tables, amps repurposed as side tables, and album covers hanging like platinum records. Background music was a steady rhythm section of indie, blues, and classic rock--no autoplay nonsense here. Just well-curated tone.
Service? On tempo, with no missed notes. The crew was in sync, working in harmony like a tight trio on stage--nodding, smiling, and knowing their gear inside out.
If you're looking for a café that hits like a killer chord progression and leaves you buzzing like a fresh set of Ernie Balls, Spikes is your next gig. It's not just coffee--it's a jam session for your taste buds.