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| - As far as cafes in the McGill Ghetto goes, this joint is alright. The experience varies drastically depending on who serves you. If you're unfortunate enough to encounter the manager/owner, you will be overcharged for coffee ($3 for a mediocre cup) when at all other Presse Cafe's it's $2.75, and even less when they ask you for student ID. Worse yet, the one time I tried to engage in even a modicum of polite small-talk with said owner, he condescendingly responded "less talk, and we'll all be through this quicker, OK?". I was absolutely aghast, and didn't return for months.
At the behest of a friend, I finally returned, only to be served by a younger server with chronic ADHD who inspected my drink every 5 minutes ensuring it wasn't empty, so he could give you the boot (even though the place was dead?)
Understandably, I had incredible reservations to return here again, until I came in the afternoon. The guy serving us was incredibly friendly--charming even--a complete 180 from all my other experiences.
With that said, the amenities at Presse are probably the best in the Ghetto. Super-fast (though sometimes tempermental) WiFi, ample seating, music isn't great but it's also not too loud, and while the people here are generally unremarkable to watch, it makes the place conducive to getting work done.
tl;dr: come here for an afternoon cram-sesh, no more, no less.
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