I love this location, compared to the others in the city. The girls at the window recognize me and put up with my confused post-Starbucks ordering (it's like learning a new language). I like that.
I have to admit that spikey haired guy once threw my frosted donut in a bag with my son's munchkins causing them to become glued together with chocolate frosting. Not ideal, but for the people who are okay with their food touching, probably not an issue.
There is a angsty kid who seriously made my latte out of chocolate syrup, coffee AND espresso one time. But as soon as I checked out of rehab for my new caffeine addiction, they gave me a new drink, a full punch card and gave that kid a lesson in making the coffees. Win win!