French Truck Coffee — Restaurant in Baton Rouge

Great looking spot, very hip. I’ve been twice now to get a morning coffee to go. Very knowledgeable baristas and were cool and excited to talk about the different bean and brew offerings. As far as quality and freshness, I’m not sure that you are going to find a better place in BR.

I have it three stars for two reasons: 1- cup size/milk choices. The largest size available is really small and they don’t have a reduced fat milk option. I get that the proper way to serve espresso drinks is a small portion and whole milk such as this. I don’t care. Give me the option of the Americanized version in a big cup or the coffee snob version in the kids cup. I’ll pay you more for it. No prob.

2- the space has a hollow, modern, echoey feel to it. I was sitting there with a friend and it felt like everything we were saying was audible to the entire place. Not warm and comfortable like I feel a coffee shop should be.

Not a place that I’ll frequent daily despite living 2 miles away but I’m sure I’ll go again...

From the outside it immediately feels like a hipster coffee shop, enough so that a guy with a flannel shirt and a curved moustache was sitting at the window. Concrete floors, exposed filament lights, unfinished ceilings, pastel colors - it's like they got it out of a magazine, as we've all seen this style a million times.

When you walk in you'll see they roast their own beans. The fancy cold brew machines line the counter. Pricing is fairly standard at $3.50-4.50 for most drinks (besides drip).

Service is very friendly, always had a smile and plenty cheerful.

Coffee was pretty good, I got what appears to be their flagship drink (milk iced coffee) and it tasted like nothing but milk - quite a let down. My friend got a pourover which was nice, though.

All in all it feels a little too cookie cutter for my taste. Coffee was so-so. Service was outstanding though, so I'd come back...

I have to admit, I was astounded to walk up to French Truck and feel, for the first time, like I didn’t belong — and I quickly realized why. There was no little souvenir climbing rope holding a jangling set of Subaru keys to my hip, hanging securely (or not-so-securely) from a carabiner. In fact, walking through the parking lot felt like strolling through a Subaru dealership convention — Outbacks, Foresters, and Crosstreks as far as the eye could see!

But let me tell you: once I stepped inside, that outsider feeling evaporated in the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee and beautifully crafted bites. Their cold brew is a dream, smooth and rich, and the avocado toast? Add some of that salmon on top, and you’ve got a next-level masterpiece.

So here’s the truth: even if you don’t drive a Subaru, French Truck still has just the right thing for you. Love is what makes French Truck,...