This isn't a real coffee house, its a hipster, lgbt, gutterpunk, and street kid hangout. still.. despite gentrification this place is the chancre score on harvard. Nothing but bums soke and body odor from cheba hut to the zone thanks to this place and the 1$ cup of coffee that makes people feel inclined to inflict their conditions on society. The girls here have more hair under arms and legs than me, however still dress in skimpy clothing, so dont bring your appetite, not that you'll need it. the green chile tastes like oregano, and the red chile while tasting like dirt induces digestive distress, the staff seems more interested in each others personal hang ups than providing quality service.
This place went to the dogs the moment Q staff theater purchased it to cannibalize for their mediocre half cocked productions. Matt the self taught roaster, while the nicest guy, cant roast coffee, he can only burn it.
All of the food is microwaved, the blue haired girl in the back let that slip once in conversation, which explains the quality, but even if they served real food, re-trained rude inept counter staff, it still wouldnt be enough, because of the vagrant lay abouts that are allowed to harass customers for ciggarettes and change all day.
The only good thing here are the baked goods, the 2 ladies who work at night to make all those delicacies have a talent better utilized elsewhere.
If you want a good cup of coffee in the area go to Fans of film on yale and garfield, or michael thomas on carlisle, or java joes on park down town are all great choices.
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