kevin ryan
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I arrived just in time to witness the consecration of the sacred coffee. The priestess of the cult, filled with a wonderful sense of her own importance, had filled the cup to the brim and with consummate skill and timing, banged the cup upon the table 3 times. The banging upon the table was done with such aplomb, that I half expected Mephistopheles to appear in a puff of foul scented smoke.
The only other person in the congregation, was a tattooed young man who gazed at her with such soulful devotion that I wondered if I missed the main event, when she perhaps had turned Dodder water into coffee.
Apparently, this is the place for "coffee connoisseurs", who like to "grab a coffee" and "drink it on the go" from a paper cup.
Strangely, you don't see connoisseurs of fine wine, grabbing a gargle, drinking it on the go and swallowing it out of a paper cup.
My coffee was as cold as the person who served it. Their prices are exorbitant, they do not accept cash, which is discriminatory, nor do they provide toilets which is also discriminatory. As a consequence, we also need to be discriminatory, and avoid places as nasty, middle-class and arrogant as this.
