So I ventured out to the west end and stopped by my old favourite for an americano.
What a disappointment.
After dealing with an unusually condescending cashier, I sat down, slightly less enthusiastic than when I stepped in. Whatever, I thought. My americano would surely make up for the less than pleasant interaction. Was I ever wrong.
UGHHH. It was bitter as hell. I actually couldn't have more than two sips before throwing it out. What happened Le Gourmand? You were my good old faithful cafe.
Oh, and no more fresh OJ. Bummer.
Guess I'll have to keep hunting...