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| - I walked by this little cafe twice when limping around High Noon heat in the mall that Tempe forgot. Mr. Mustachio lives around the corner from this weird little outdoor mall/office building complex that is meant to be a homey homage to main street. But the reality feels more like the off season at a Disney attraction, complete with roadies with cans of tall bud lights and camels and bored office dudes cyborging it up with bluetooths.
US Eggs, yummy burritos, pizza places, temp agencies (guess why I am here chugging coffee in the middle of a workday), booze and various other offices call this place home. I actually thought the store front was part of Altered Egos salon. When I entered, I was almost delirious with a 20 minute walk without shade with copious amounts of breast sweat. I had to get coffee and cool off before heading to the temps.
This place was a really nice surprise- the others described the place really well, but classy is how I would put it-but kind of gay goth classy? Plus leather chairs, pews, short round tables, red velvet couches with dark wooden floors, big plants, tiffany style lamps, classic bike hanging over the bar, bookshelves crammed with books suspiciously resembling those from the free cart at Changing Hands, and a cute little Wii, this place is nice for the desert man.
My barista was cool, and he made me a decaf iced americano that was pretty damn tasty and didn't charge for soy milk (it was on the counter) and gave me iced tap water free of charge. I wanted to eat, but truthfully the offerings were bare. I love larabars, but I can't pay twice as what is charged in supermarkets and the pastries were pretty bland and unappealing and saw no other food to buy-and I was trying!
I had to look to plug in my laptop-plenty at the pews, but I went to Catholic school and don't wish to put more time into having a numb ass (take that as you will) and ended up near the door.
Get some more food, unplug some lamps, more cushiness and I will seriously come here a lot!
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