This place is connected to a church, which is kind of like saying it’s got a direct line to the Big Guy upstairs. I walked in and immediately felt already more holy—I mean, you don’t have to believe in Jesus to know when a place just feels good. But hey, a little divine intervention doesn’t hurt!
I ordered an iced americano, which was heavenly (pun intended). But then, I asked if they had cream, and the barista was like, “Nope, but we can bless it with some milk!” Next thing I know, my $2.50 americano suddenly costs me a dollar more. I’m no math whiz, but I’m pretty sure that’s not how tax works. Either the price is off, or that milk was imported from the Promised Land.
After committing my money to the coffee, I spotted a tray of cream further down the counter. Divine irony, right? But it’s hard to stay mad when they’re handing out free donuts like manna from heaven! I was on a tight budget and had to choose between food or coffee that morning, so finding those donuts was like stumbling upon hidden treasure.
Manager Rob was super helpful and answered all my burning questions, and some friendly church folks even sat down to share stories with me. It was like coffee with a side of community—how could you not love that?
There’s plenty of seating too, so whether you’re planning to host a Nertz showdown, power through some work, or casually sip coffee with that cute gal you met at Cameron Park, this place has you covered. Just watch out for that sneaky milk up charge—it’s probably worth it for the experience, though!
