Just a postscript to my Monkey Bean review. I still love the place, but they do sometimes have a problem with consistency. I'm speaking particularly of the espresso drinks - the food and drip coffee is always terific. I don't know why, but for some reason, anytime I get a drink from a GUY that works there, there's always some glitch in the quality. (No, it's not just my fetish for girl-flavored baristas)
On a recent visit, the kid making my iced americano stuffed unweildly mounds of too-finely ground espresso into the porta-filter, insuring a 10 minutes wait for the bean-juice to drip like molasses through an I.V from the machine. The result was what I would imagine ground charcoal brickettes spiced w/ Marlboro Light ashes in cold water would taste like.
The place is just this side of a "write-me-a-poem-and-I'll-give-you-a-cup-of-coffee-because-that's-the-way-we-subvert-the-man" coffee shop; it's part of it's charm. But it's important that they always remember to keep on top of the training for the cheap labor from Urban Peak.
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