Come here if you want fine coffee served by RACIST HIPSTERS. I remembered this place fondly, because of the previous owners. Goodbye to all that. I am black, came in with my Arab friend. We stood there near the register for a few minutes before the Portland-looking man in the plaid shirt decided to bother to take an order. His voice was brusque, both he and his female barista coworker kept looking at us all screwfaced, like we didn't belong there. Once he finished making the drink he dropped the lid on the counter top next to the drink, loud enough for all the patrons to hear it, versus handing it to me like a normal person. Sure, I want all the germs on your counter to leap onto the lid of my drink. I kept trying to imagine, maybe he thought I was some elitist b/c of my CMU sweatshirt.
Never again. Who knows, they might treat Asian folk better, but I was not about to stick around and see if they were equal opportunity jagoffs to various other minorities. Hope the recession has room for another failed business venture...