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| - I've wandered into the Trailhead a handful of times, mostly to check out the food offerings and vaguely consider researching a bike in a locally owned shop.
First: the food. I got a salad with a sandwich, and while the sandwich was nothing to write home about, and the salad itself was redolent of red onion that had been taken off, the dressing was freaking delicious. I think they load it up with paprika and some sort of honey mustard. Not really anything I'd have ever tried otherwise, and that was fantastic. The food is meh. The pastries are substandard. The service is slow, the guys that have been behind the counter are completely anti social unless you're a hipster or a bike nerd. I'm not ragging on either of you groups; but I fit squarely outside of both these categories.
Second: the chai. OMGWTFPOWDERED CHAI. This is the most disgusting thing I never knew I didn't want to exist. And for $4, are you kidding me??
Third: Don't ask about bicycles if you are a novice and the tall dude with the high prescription glasses and the almost dreads is there. He will look at you with his superior bike knowledge, dismiss your Mom outfit and your moderately priced purse not made of canvas or ripstop with no reflective properties to it whatsoever and treat you like a disdained child who crapped on his floor. I wanted to research bikes for my kids and this guy is just wildly unapproachable, weird, and haughty, which goes for pretty much most of the staff in there unless you walk in WITH A BIKE HELMET AND SKINNY PANTS.
Also, bike tires stink when you're hungry.
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