Broome St. General Store — Restaurant in Los Angeles

Everything about this place was perfect. I couldn't ask for a more perfect place to be so perfect. I had one problem though, there was this big man, with a red beard; red hair too! When I made eye contact with him, he dragged me out behind the store. I was scared! This wasn't an ordinary man. He was at least 6'4 and 90+ pounds. He grabbed the lids off of two old tin trash can, then kind that Oscar the Grouch lives in, slammed my head in the middle of them, as if they were cymbals. He then threw me on the rough, rough cement. It's like the man had no regard for life. I asked him, "Why are you doing this to me, I don't do to you a single thing." He snickered, kicked my stomach, and said, "Boy, there's only one man who tells me what to do, and that's my daddy!" Randy then got a look in his eye; I'd only seen that look once before. I could tell he was going to do something real special like. He took off his ten gallon hat, unlaced his boots, took off his shirt, and laid them all next to me. I was stunned. What was this madman going to do? He then vanished. I was petrified! What had just happened to him? Battered, bruised, and bloodied, I stood from the spot from where I had lain. Sprinting out of the alley, I felt a force whip me back. It was like I had flown 30 feet in the opposite direction. There was Randy, holding a fiery cup of coffee. "Bottoms up!" he said with fervor. He then preceded to pour the blazing coffee directly onto my face. My face felt as if it has melted off. I could feel it dripping to the ground, like hot wax from a freshly burnt candle. I then heard a smash! Crack, right on the back of my neck, Randy had smacked me with the cup. I now had ceramic sticking out of the back of me.

Then, everything changed. I soared into the firmament! I became one with everything. Everything was perfect. I would give anything to go back to that moment. I felt as if I had all of the knowledge of the universe. I understood good, I understood evil, I understood. My consciousness had opened. I could see my life force linked to everything else. I could gather energy from the plants in the earth, power from the sun in the sky, and serenity from the roaring waters of the oceans. I was a god. Just like that, I was sent back into Broome St. General Store. I was sitting at a table, a coffee mug up to my face. Fresh mocha was dripping down my throat. I then realized that the single sip of coffee I had was the inner peace and enlightenment everyone had been searching for. Never before had mankind tasted such a stupendous drink. I looked up to the counter; there he was, the barista, Randy. Ran man was leaning with his elbow on the counter, chin resting on his clinched fist. He had a smirk on his face. Oh boy, did he know what he had done! Randy gave me a wink. And with that, he turned around to make his next customer's coffee. The boy has a gift. A gift such as this mustn't be wasted. If you're looking for heaven in a cup, you will, literally, find it here. Make sure Randy is there, he'll fix you up nice and good; and treat you to a dream that you'll never forget.

Here's to you Randy! May your...

Their coffee was below average. But the store is really cute, perfect for browsing if you’re into home goods. A little above my budget ($70 for a candle?! And it’s not even a brand like LAFCO or Homesick), but if you have the means go for it. Their patio was comfy and spacious, but their service could use a little work. It was….how do i put this? Awkwardly polite. Almost bordering on pretentious. (When i tried to make conversation and be friendly by saying, “I’m so glad I stopped in here!), the barista just dryly responded, “I’m sure.” But hey, maybe it just wasn’t his day. I’ll probably come again for their more affordable candles and their cookbooks (they have a...

TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCE—I have been a loyal customer of this coffee shop for a year, and I have always been impressed by the exceptional service provided by Lauren, Aaron, Ben, and Sarafina. However, I must express my disappointment with an incident involving the owner. On a particularly hot day, I requested a cup of ice for my water bottle, which was kindly provided by a staff member. The following day, while purchasing scones, the owner approached me and instructed the staff to charge me for the ice from the previous day, a mere 25 cents. I was deeply disheartened by this gesture. It is disheartening to witness such pettiness from someone in a...