Mali Blunt
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Dear Self,
Remember when your caffeine journey started as a college survival mechanism for Midterms/Finals, evolved into workplace fuel to survive Tuesday, and somehow transformed into a full-blown cafe treasure hunt like Sméagol looking for “his Precious”?
Well, congratulations – you've just discovered The Postcard, a deceptively small space that's clearly run by flavor wizards who've been hiding their otherworldly powers behind a charmingly simple storefront. These aren't ordinary baristas; they're flavor cartographers mapping out taste territories you didn't even know existed.
Self, you decided to go on an adventure with their matcha strawberry yuzu tonic – because apparently you're at the "why not try something that sounds like a riddle" phase of your cafe evolution. Girlie, the earthy, grounding taste of matcha dancing with fizzy bubbles while sweet strawberry and tangy yuzu crashed the party? SHUT UP. That drink alone had you coming back smiling like the Cheshire Cat, hoping to dive a bit more into that caffeinated wonderland. "Curiouser and curiouser," indeed.
The staff here were so genuinely friendly and knowledgeable, they're basically human postcards themselves – the kind of warm, personal touch that makes you want to tell everyone back home about this hidden gem you discovered. They remembered you on your second visit, as well as the name of your friend and her husband on a separate occasion – and they've only been open for a few months!
Sure, they're not one of those big-name coffee chains where you can order the same predictable drink at 50,000 locations. But that's exactly their superpower – they're an authentic local experience that creates unique moments you can't get anywhere else. You may not know what the future holds for this café, but right now, you’re throughly enjoying the trip, and you’re hoping that they and places just like theirs will stick around for a long time.
The Postcard proved to you once again that sometimes the best magic happens in the smallest spaces.
Wishing You Were Here,
Your Caffeinated Self
P.S. –You’ll never forgive them though for that espresso shot made from locally roasted beans that actually lived up to its caffeine promise. You’re writing this review at 2 AM because apparently "one shot" was more like "one rocket fuel injection straight to the nervous system." TTFN!
