GOD FORBID YOU GET OFF THE INTERNET FOR 15 FUCKING MINUTES
"Kind of a travesty"… incredible overstatement much. But, if no-wifi is kind of a travesty for this person, then they must have the best fucking life EVER.
I can explain why we have no wifi: We want to make a profit because we’re a business. Honestly, if we had wifi, no one would ever be able to find a seat in our shop because people used to camp out for hours after purchasing a $2.25 cup of coffee. Think about it. If 4 people sit in that same seat within a span of two hours, we’ve already quadrupled the income from that seat. This wifi use and abuse is kind of a problem for small, high traffic coffee shops. The profit margin on coffee itself is so small that, unless you’re a roaster, you need to make a fuck-ton of coffee to survive and laptop hoboes, who don’t understand that a coffee shop is not a library, seem to miss that point when they ask for a refund.
Basically, it’s a $3 cuppa joe. If you have nowhere else to go for wifi, maybe you should skip paying for the daily coffee and (using the money you save in doing so) buy yourself internet access.
Hmm, interesting. Well, given that I was one of the “children” (even though I’m more than twenty years old and hold a college degree) that made this man his macchiato, I feel that I need to comment.
The recipe for a macchiato is strictly: 1-2oz espresso + equal amount of steamed milk (i.e., not dollops of foam on top). Temperature varies, but I make mine around 140-150, as to not lose the natural taste of the espresso in the sweetness of the milk.
The recipe for a cappuccino is strictly: 1-2oz espresso + 4-5oz milk steamed at around 140 degrees and evenly textured with at least 1cm of microfoam prevalent throughout (i.e no fucking dollops or spoonfuls of foam.
I’ve been doing this long enough to never, ever forget what my recipes are or mistakenly make one instead of the other. That being said, either this guy grabbed the wrong drink or he knows very little about what he’s talking about.
This is the problem with yelp. While customer feedback is great and very informative, it also gives people with very little actual knowledge of something an opportunity to talk about it with some self-assumed authoritativeness. This not only hurts the reputation of a business, but as an employee that regularly reads yelp reviews, I get pretty damn offended when a non-industry person tells me I’m doing my job wrong because, 90% of the time, I’m not (drinks do get missed occasionally)… you just don’t know what exactly specialty coffee actually is and are too prideful to acknowledge the fact that the “child” making your macchiato (whose been alive for fewer years than you’ve probably been drinking coffee) may actually not just know more, but make it better than you ever could.
So, here’s a lesson for all you yelpers out on tumblr: If you have a problem with the way something is made, just ask the whomever made it rather than posting it on yelp. 9/10 if a mistake was made, it will immediately be corrected and if it isn’t… THEN POST THAT ON YELP. Let the food critics do their job of scrutinizing the craftsmanship and keep your comments strictly about the quality of service and experience you had.
Both talk incessantly about how what they’re doing puts them above everyone else.
Seriously. It’s great that you want to challenge yourself physically or intellectually, but damn, talk about something else for a while just to give yourself (and everyone else) a fucking break.
Just was put on the schedule for Thanksgiving week even when I made it very clear, several months ago, that I would not be in town.
this was my only chance to see my family for the holidays and if I have to quit my job in order to have those days off, I’m going to do it.
Best part of having an indifferent/ shitty landlord: Cheap Rent!
Worst part: Shoddy construction; cheap appliances; A/C that doesn’t work in summer; heating that doesn’t work in winter; no hot water for 3 months; unresponsiveness; mice.
Question: Is this the headline for an article about West Side Story? Or professional hockey…
here’s a hint: less puerto ricans, more beards
dude stops in every morning and gets a large black-eye (drip coffee w/ two espresso shots)