Ok, I literally live 75 ft away from here and I normally dread going in. I hate all the barefoot, enlightened nightmares in there and on top of that, the blonde that usually works behind the counter is HORRID, so disinterested and terse. BUT this new guy (looks like a tattooed teenager) is so fucking nice and helpful that I'm actually writing this while I eat, he's that nice. He's such a relief from the usual. He made my bowl perfectly and put the right amount of sauce and I didn't have to tell him fifty goddamn times. I literally never like anyone. He's changed my whole experience at this place and I hope he gets a thousand raises and never finds another job.