Willow house is... what's the word? Oh yeah... super-frightening.
It's a Clive Barker-esque nightmare house that serves overpriced coffee and smells of bad incense. The staff have never been friendly to me and that's part of the reason that I quit going. The coffee isn't bad, but I've had better.
For the life of me I can't figure out why the patch of grass out front is always crawling with people at 10 o'clock at night. It must be some sort of ritualistic vampire ceremony... or it could be the wifi.