It's aight, namsayin? Like, you can get some astronaut spec, freeze-dried potatoes that don't have enough substance in them to still be warm by the time they hit the table next to your clammy eggs and Safeway budget-brand, EBT-grade, on-sale-cause-ain't-nobody-that-cheap bacon you just paid like $15 for.

Format is a little odd. Order at the counter, leave a tip for someone, I guess, for some reason, then choose your own adventure while you drink some half-baked, lukewarm $7 drink that should be really good, but you know... It kinda tastes like a Swiss Miss packet you found under the van seat, but it's aight, or whatevs... Anyways you'll have plenty of time to check out all the chotchies on the wall from that "My 1st Cafe Starter Kit" they got on sale at HomeGoods while you wait for the line at the self-bussing dish depository to die down so you can sort your recyclables and get on with your day.

It seemed like it should be really good from the photos and the reviews, but, you know, like I said, it's aight... If you're the demographic that loves your Subaru even though it breaks all the time and rides like a reusable grocery bag full of dog hair encrusted takeout containers, or if you're the kind of Golden Retriever-esque, young urban professional transplant who insists on taking your Tinder date up for skiing on a Sat at 8:30am so they can experience the good life of I-70 traffic and Ikonic underwhelm that they just never knew before you, this place will vibe so hard with the lack of personal assessment skills and mediocre standards your cultureless soul loves about this environment. But if you strive for a good experience that you'll come back for, you should probably spend your $60 elsewhere.