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| - Me and my husband came here shortly after they opened up. Nicely designed signs and packaging usually sell me. The contents could be utter horsecrap, but I'm mesmerized by good looks. Fortunately, this place doesn't sell horse dung in a cup. Rather, they serve quite the opposite and we became regulars.
I'm a self-professed coffee expert. Self-professed, meaning I probably don't know much but, without sounding too pretentious, I've tasted coffee in Italy and France. Alright, that was pretentious. Name dropping countries is shameful and has nothing to do with what I'm going to say because really I'm not about to compare European coffee to a coffee shop in Ontario.
Anyway, the coffee was great. I get the French-press coffee, empanada and quinoa salad if I'm staying in. Its nice to have such a quaint, hip, coffee/espresso place in Stouffville. And the owner and employees are so disgustingly friendly that I want to take them home with me.
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