It's a hipster's paradise. Sadly, the same can't be said for coffee lovers. I got an iced mocha and it tasted like the swill at Starbucks, sans the trendy marketing. Words, unfortunately, can't describe the brown concoction that was in my cup. Sufficed to say, I could only tolerate a small amount before tossing it. I wanted to finish it, I really did, as I hate being wasteful. But after a few sips, the masochist in me finally succumbed to reason.