The Richfield — Restaurant in San Francisco

I wanted to like this place, but something was just missing.

Ordered:

Cold Brew - I must say I was pleasantly surprised when I saw the barista put in coffee ice cubes instead of the #basic water cubes im my cup prior to filling it with that black gold. I was excited to be given that extra ounce of caffiene without my cold brew being dilluted. It was only after a few sips I began to realize that the ice had given my coffee that freezer taste..that old ice taste. Ugh. I think they have a promising concept, but the execution of protecting the ice has to be worked out.

Bacon & cheese muffin - It was ok. Wasn't given an option to heat it up, but maybe it would have tasted better then? It had a good amount of bacon bits, but didn't have much of a cheesy taste.

All in all it was ok. I wouldn't say there'd be anything to keep...

Even if it was just a little neighborhood coffee spot with nothing more than their amazing beverage selection and some generic muffins, the charming ambiance, tasty coffee, and friendly service would still probably earn it five stars in my book. But what takes The Richfield above and beyond is their unique and delicious food menu. I was obsessed with the black sesame ricotta toast topped with fresh strawberries and coconut. I've never seen this combo anywhere else but as soon as I spotted it on the menu it was a where-have-you-been-all-my-life type of moment!

Though it's teeny with just a few small tables, it's a great addition to this neighborhood and I'm jealous of people who live in the area and can stop by on the regular. I'll definitely be back on my...

OK, it's the weirdest interaction ever. I paid for my coffee, and I stood by the door. After 10 minutes, one of the employees (Asian) came and told me that I had to stand by the window, which I did (they lost my order so they had to find it; the reason for the delay). After that, he told me, you complained, so your coffee is free. I was confused, and shocked, so I asked to clarify, “When did I complain, and what did I complain about?”. He didn't have any response, he asked my name, and he told me not to come back here again. I will listen to you, my Asian friend, and I won't come back again.

I understand you might have a bad day, but sorry, mate, dump your attitude elsewhere, I just came for a coffee to...