CC's Coffee House — Restaurant in Carencro

Scene: A horrible day, a downtrodden spirit, and a beaten body--our customer enters expecting nothing more than a little caffeine to carry his beaten corporeal husk for a few more hours. He makes his way sullenly to the barista. A young lad by the name of Mikael stands ready to take the order. Mikael senses the broken spirit within our customer, and a twinkle shines in his eye: he knows what he must do. Our customer orders what he assumes to be a normal Turtle Mochassippii. Little does he know, Mikael is the Master of Mocha, the Captain of Coffee, and the Lord of Lattes: he is the one long ago prophesied to bring hope to the masses. Mikael takes the order, gives a half nod and a regal half smile, and begins his ritual. Mikael puts his hand to his chest, pushing aside his barista apron, to reveal the long lost Amulet of Affogato. Our customer gasps: the legends are true! There is a only a single second to grasp the gravity of the moment, then, a spark. The little burst of light flares into a beam of pure energy emanating from the mighty hand of Mikael, whose hair has turned a shock white color and pulses in waves from the force generated from the amulet. With his free hand, Mikael holds up the finest quality coffee beans known to man. With a swift and fluid motion, he brings his hands together, joining the beam of radiant light and the beans. The smell of the roast was beyond anything human nostrils had ever known; it was as though the breath of angels emanated throughout the room. Then, as all onlookers began shielding their eyes from the brilliant ray of light before them, Mikael begins reciting the ancient incantation thought lost from long ago: "Eeffoc eurt, eeffoc taerg--emoc ot su dna etanieffac!" The ground shakes, and the beam becomes blinding. The mortals present shield their eyes: they are not worthy. Mikael raises his arms; a great blast of cold air blows the store doors off of the hinges---ancient, pure, untouched ice from artic glaciers appears. Mikael brings his hands together while nodding to the other baristas who have donned their ceremonial hoods. One barista brings the purest of creams, another the sweetest of caramel, still another the finest chocolate. They all stand near each other, joining hands. Mikael gives that same knowing look to our weary customer, "Be not afraid." He turns to face the other baristas. "Tsiom straf!"

The room goes black....and silent...

Then, it appears....

There is an otherworldly glow, and a gentle hum fills the room. The Turtle Mochassippii gently descends from the heavens, floating in an ethereal fog. Mikael extends a single hand and takes hold of the only perfect thing mankind has ever known. He now holds it in two hands, handling it with the same care a mother extends to her newborn child. He smiles; he knows the value of what he has created. With the gentlest of touches, he bequeaths the blessed beverage to our weary customer, who has tears in his eyes from beholding pure beauty. The customer hesitates: should this not be in a museum? Is it not a righteous relic? He turns to Mikael for guidance. Mikael, with no words, simply nods.

The first sip is taken...

---25 years later---

Our customer is with his family. The world has known peace for over two decades, all because of him. The room is filled with artifacts, awards and prizes from the past twenty years of his life: three Nobel prizes, a Pulitzer prize, the Presidential Medal of Honor, a Congressional Gold Medal, a Lasker Award, and two Grammy awards fill a wall plastered with countless newspaper clippings detailing heroic and philanthropic actions the world over.

Our customer is nearing his end. He knows it. His family surrounds him. They know he's lived a full life.

His grandchild looks on with tears in her eyes. "Grandpa, can you tell us a story?" She knows it's probably his last. She's heard countless stories, but she's hoping for the best yet.

Our customer smiles gently, opens a nearby dresser drawer, and pulls out a crinkled receipt.

"Let me tell you....about a man named...

The coffee isn’t bad, unlike everything else. Their wifi goes out. Constantly. If you are looking for a place to do some work and enjoy coffee and company, this is not the place.

They also have a side door that opens up directly into the drive-thru lane, which is dangerous enough as it is, but management still allows employees to go in/out even at peak times. Recently, one of their baristas opened the door directly into my Audi S5! This is not a lightweight door, it is a massive industrial door. Fortunately, it only hit my bumper but still took a chunk out of my car. Honestly, I don’t even blame the barista because she was just a teenager, it was a windy day, and she had her hands full. Management should have advised them not to use the door. I reported the issue and when asked what they could do to make things better, I asked if they could comp my drinks (~$27). Management said no and sent the poor girl out to my car to get my insurance. I told the crying girl not to worry about it. Hard not to sympathize for her.

Management, get your *%^# together and take responsibility for your ineptitude. And for Christ’s sake, fix your wifi. Your a...

Updated review

I decided to give this place another shot. From the time that I ordered to the time that I got a black coffee and a latte for my wife 27 minutes lapsed. There were three vehicles in front of me in the drive-through. I don’t expect them to be lightning fast, but I don’t expect them to move like the sloth on Zootopia at the DMV. The more I think about it if I go to the DMV, it’s about the same wait time and I can get a cup of coffee there. If you’re looking for a cup of coffee and have half an hour to an hour that you can waste then by all means this is your place.

Original review

If you’re ever in a hurry keep driving. The staff pretends to care but you can see in their eyes they all hate where they are in life. The coffee is fair but probably won’t come out the way...