Loveland Coffee — Restaurant in Irmo

Was excited to try this place based on the reviews and photos of nice lattes but was really disappointed. Lattes were not drinkable, the espresso was not pulled correctly, they had no flavor, it was just burnt hot milk from not having been steamed correctly (which really is not difficult). No microfoam or latte art. I can make a better latte at home using a cheap espresso machine. I asked for another one with an extra shot so I could at least taste some coffee - made absolutely no difference. Instead we queued again and ordered two regular coffees with milk. After waiting another long time we got served two black coffees filled to the brim, so I had to ask for some to be tipped out and milk added. Really not ok for a place thats entire point is to make good coffee. Cool interior and vibe, but without good coffee, I won’t be coming back.

EDIT to address response to owner: I had actually asked for drinks to have in house, not 'to go', as I ordered food as well so I was disappointed to get them in to go cups - so it's not my fault I got a bad latte because it was 'how I ordered it'. The milk in the latte was not steamed correctly, it was burnt and scalding hot. I am used to the taste of light, medium and dark roast coffee, the reason it didn't taste good was because the latte milk was burnt and not steamed correctly, not because you use a medium roast. When I pointed out the latte was bad and not drinkable, your staff took no interest in why but offered to prepare another one. Similarly your response is on the side of trying to point out how I am wrong and the latte was actually good, rather than accept I was served a badly prepared drink. I've edited my review to 1 star to reflect how bad this experience...

Loveland is my favorite place locally to get coffee and it has been since the owner, very kind Christian man, was the one running the kiosk on Saint Andrews Road years ago. Today, with my sister is in town visiting, I wanted to take her to my favorite coffee place instead of her usual, Starbucks. my daughter didn’t know what to get so I ordered her a Frappuccino in the flavor that I normally get in a latte and it didn’t have much of a flavor. When I asked the barista about it, she said that it could be the thickening used to make it a frappe. She didn’t seem too happy about me wanting to trade it out and she repeatedly in a matter of fact, way kept telling me what I ordered instead of saying we can give you something different to try. This was my first time experiencing someone the more rude side at Loveland. Also, I really love your hats and I was interested in one as a treat for my birthday coming up, but I was taking it back by the price of them. $35 for a hat that naturally provides advertisement for you unreasonable four your average middle class income family. You should consider lowering the price and count that if you sell more, more people in the community, see your name. The ice vanilla dolce is my favorite coffee in the world so I will continue to be loyal to Loveland when I get coffee outside of my home but today wasn’t the best experience. Also, if you do end up, lowering the price on the hats, I would be happy to sport one for you!!!! God bless you guys for serving the public in the name...

Normally, I’d be the kind of person to document every meal like I’m working for National Geographic: "Here we see the elusive breakfast biscuit in its natural habitat, moments before it is hunted and devoured by a tired traveler." But not this time. I was tired. I was hungry. I blacked out and when I came to, my sandwich wrapper was empty, my cold brew was gone, and my dog was licking bacon grease off his snout like he’d just lived his best life. No regrets.

First of all—shoutout to the incredible woman who took my order. She didn’t just ring me up; she gave me a full-blown culinary psychic reading. She read my flavor preferences like they were written on my forehead and recommended exactly what I needed. The result? Pure flavor sorcery.

The cold brew? Chef’s kiss. Not burnt. Not sugary. Just smooth, bold, and cool—like the coffee equivalent of James Bond, if Bond were brewed in small batches and served with a reusable straw.

The homemade biscuit sandwich? Let’s just say if that sandwich proposed to me on the spot, I would’ve said yes. It was flaky, buttery, and somehow both comforting and life-affirming. Our dog even got in on the action with a side of bacon, which he inhaled so fast I swear I heard a sonic boom.

It was the perfect pit stop on our journey from North Carolina to Florida. We left caffeinated, full, and spiritually refreshed. We saved the location so we can return like heroes on a breakfast quest.

I came. I ate. I didn't take a photo because I blacked out from joy. 10/10...