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| - Some time ago, I heard they did nutritional testing so I emailed them to ask how they did it. They wrote back and said, "too much to type. Just come in and ask someone".
Very strange to not take the time to explain to a potential customer, a service that costs $150. You'd think they would care.
This rubbed me the wrong way for a very long time, but yesterday was fathers day and I was gonna grab my hubs a smoothie and Spirit Bar was right there, so I figured what the heck.
Oh jeeeez how does this place stay in business? I don't know why everyone talks about the "vibe" in here. Amidst the supplements for sale, you'll find a filthy couch and a tv that plays some kind of trippy images.
We ordered the blueberry muffin smoothie and a dragonfruit smoothie. The slowest man alive then got out a binder which I assume contained the recipe/instructions, and proceeded to take close to 10 minutes to make one smoothie. My son tastes it and tells me it is horrible. I figure I will drink just about anything, so I will take that one. I taste it and tell him I agree, it is horrible. Chalky, with an artificial sweetener type aftertaste. We stand there, discussing how truly bad this smoothie is, while the dude busts out his binder to get to work on the next one. After studying whatever is in this magic binder for what seems like an eternity, my son and I decide that it must be the protein powder that tastes so bad.
Protein powder?!!! Did someone say protein powder??? Dude runs over, grabs a few bags of this damn powder, and launches into a sales pitch. I was getting really mad now, because its been 20 minutes, this guy is NOT listening to me, my kid is about to have a seizure from the tv screen, and the guy behind the counter is just slow in every sense of the word. I'm starting to get anxious now, because I just wanna get home and my child is turning green. Dude puts down his binder, goes to the back, and comes out with a banana. Sits down and picks up the binder again. Reads for a few minutes, gets up, takes the banana back to wherever he came from, goes back to sit down and read binder, goes back to kitchen, returns with half a banana. Alllllriggty then, I'm out. I said Im gonna just stop you there, dude, before I wait another half hour for another chalky smoothie. I honestly don't even know if I paid them.
I should have just stuck to my original plan to never go there after the original email incident. I would not be surprised at all if the lazy email responder was the same guy who was working yesterday.
Fool me twice, I guess....
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