The Monomyth in Lubbock Texas:

Nowadays I find myself in the Yee-Haw part of the state. That means that the coffee can double as paint thinner, and the coffee shops are designed off of prisons. Recently however, I had the chance to see Don Giovanni in Lubbock Texas, where the person who played Don Octavio stole the show. He then took me to The Monomyth.

Not only was the shop not a prison, but the coffee didn't come with its own chemical code. While that is all well and good, it invites something different to fill the gap, hipsters, and hipsters they were. Styled beards, flannel shirts, flared mustaches, light leather boots, jeans, and man buns. I felt as if I was behind enemy lines and it was difficult for me to get my bearings. I'm not fluent in hipster, but I can hold a conversion, so I was confident in my ability to order.

"Should I do drip or bar"

"We have a single origin Honduras on Bar" which caused Don Octavio's eyes to shoot out lasers and him to rip off his shirt revealing the Honduran Flag tatted on his chest. At least that's how I imagine he felt as a Honduras native.

"Sounds good, I'll have a latte"

He corrected me, "You'll have a cap"

And a cappuccino I had. It was what I wanted, I just didn't know. A near perfect barista experience where they can size me up and correct my order based on what they know they have and what they think I want. As for the drink itself, the milk was over steamed with visible bubbles, and while there was foam art, it would have benefited from a slower initial pour. However, the espresso did a hard carry. The sweetness melded with the sour to make a thoroughly enjoyable drink. If I were to go again I would get just the espresso, the milk only took away from what I can surmise to be the unyielding power of Honduras.