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| - The Roasterie is an institution in coffee in Calgary. Well not really, it's a shabby hole in the wall over in Kensington, which was trendy at one time, because they had cafe au lait in cheap bowls at high temperatures that would burn the customers for an expensive price. So it was different from the Lido, up the street, the same Chinese food greasy spoon that you find in every Alberta small town, where the farmers gather to complain and therefore became a thing.
Taken over by drug dealers and sordid types, with anxious and hostile mental problems, the trendy, aka people with jobs, moved on to the new arising competition, where they could have comfortable seats and the staff would not burn them.
I moved on as well, as my habits changed and I dropped cigarettes, the place was and remains a haven for tobacco users, you can't sit outside without getting a lungful of second hand smoke. That was some 15 years ago and not much has changed.
A new generation of new age nonsense recruiters have moved in and taken up residence, that's about it. They come in and spew tobacco breath and b.o. and patchouli oil.
The notion of shared tables, if you are sitting by yourself reading and writing, is in force and you may find yourself with one of these creatures at your table, offended when you ask him to not roll joints at your table, or ask her for evidence for her beliefs on the afterlife, which she is spouting whether you want it or not. Offended they move on to sit and stare in anxious hostility until she, a cougar and a narcissist, unites with one of her cubs, and he, a flaming co-dependent, finds someone else to glom onto, as he can't stand being alone. Lovely.
The staff is surly. I mean they don't even say thanks if you leave them a tip.
They are the usual mix of university students and people mostly unemployable due to mental health issues, such as OCD. So they work cheap. One gentleman feels the need to organize every conversation he is within earshot of. Intrusion is the name of the game at the good ol roast.
The place is shabby beyond belief, the owner is considered by the other business people as disrespectful to his clients, as he makes a living off them yet won't even install blinds on the windows or enforce cleanliness standards. I took my own cup as I don't see the staff washing hands very often, and they like to grab the cups around the rims before you put it to your lips. One day the owner said, ya I've got the flu, *shrug*, everyone here has it.
The coffee is mundane, bitter, oily, considering what is available these days, even from the grocery store, it's low grade. But it's roasted right there you can see it being done, and the smoke intrudes into the neighborhood, like the customers and the staff, intruding into whatever you are doing, with their tobacco breath b.o. and mental issues.
It's all very odd, sort of a adult day care for the mentally/emotionally challenged. I highly recommend, well, anywhere else really.
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