I hate to criticize a labor of love, which is clearly what this place is. But here goes:
Pros: the Pourover I got -- with Honduran beans roasted by Rising Star -- was delicious. A very good cup that I was happy to pay $3 for. For that I'd return.
Cons: the place has a hippie-ish, dark, dated feel that made me want to leave as soon as my coffee was ready. There's clutter everywhere, from equipment behind the counter to books and knickknacks and other junk in the seating area. Half the display cases were empty, and what was there looked sad and old. The sweet gal behind the counter didn't know answers to my questions about the beans or the process. The list of coffees apparently is limited to just one kind of bean. For some reason they don't offer non-dairy milks, which makes zero sense.
Bottom line: great coffee, good intentions. But the place looks shabby and unkempt and apparently was designed by a Deadhead frat boy. Not for me.