Holy Grounds — Restaurant in Atchison

A Toast to Holy Grounds:

The coffee is solid MGP makes me blush Unless Abe is responsible Abe, there’s no need to rush

A good Fog demands time Attention and care Plush, your shift is two hours You ain’t going nowhere

The people are lovely All smiles and cheer A little too happy You’d think they sell beer

Let’s toast to the place That gave me to myself Something I could not find In fame, travel, or wealth

Holy Grounds, holy sounds, holy people Galore This place is much more Than a campus store

Holy Grounds is a home For all who thirst Life is found in these walls For all who’ve felt cursed

So open your eyes, arms, and heart To embrace it After all we go to the Father Through the features...

This is truly the most incredible coffee shop I have ever laid my unworthy eyes upon. The staff’s hearts are made of literal gold and their eyes sparkle with the heart and soul of Christ himself. Every cup of coffee tastes like it was made from the sweet manna of heaven. If you’d like a glimpse of what it feels like to be truly loved and known, go get yourself a cup of the freshest jo from the freshest kidz around....

I went here once. Excellent service, except from a barista who was very tall and wore white crocs. That was weird. Why do they wear crocs? Seems unprofessional. Anyway, he was not as friendly as the rest of the baristas, though he was still very friendly. Five stars for...