coffee

I sort of wish I was still doing the ol’ “Search for the Perfect Coffee Shop” bit because I had the worst coffee shop experience of my life this morning. So, since I can’t bitch about it there, I’ll bitch about it.

Cafe Nomad in Oakland (or is that Berkeley?) is stupid. I got there as they were opening and they have blinds that raise automatically. That stretch of Shattuck is not the place where you want to see blinds that raise automaticaly. There was only one girl there who tried helping five of us at once. Which was an altogether lousy experience. The coffee was bitter. And when I asked for the bathroom key, the girl had forgotten who I was asked if I was a customer.

Whew. Now that that’s off my chest, I can go back to worrying about more important things. Like this:
the Anti-gay movement.

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