I had to take a long cold shower after my experience at Mothership. The reason being a mixture of shame and explosive diarrhea.
Mothership's coffee is like Michael Jackson, it is black like coffee, but extremely light in its roast and leaves a bleach-flavored impression of facial contortion after it comes in your mouth. The under-cooked coffee here is also a very effective OTC laxative.
Nitrogen cold-brew, single origin blends, etc. These are the hip turns of phrase that got my dollars by the throat... These Peter Pan promises that evaporate into a reality of displeasure soon after the initial sip. I ordered the cold brew with hops and got triathlon runs.
I could be wrong about this place, perhaps I came in on the only day where beautiful people behind the counter with very little coffee knowledge but lots of fashion sense sell unsuspecting customers battery acid-flavored liquids brewed by wringing the fetid juices from a prisoner's year-worn sock into a French demitasse.
Keywords: acid, diarrhea, overpriced.
Also, avoid The Beat's coffee when visiting Downtown, as they serve the dreaded palette-alien beans of Mothership.