Coffee. R12
Imagine a fine work of art presented in a beautiful museum. Now imagine it smashed to pieces and replaced with a badly painted abstract. Now imagine a vandal taking a ball point pen and scribbling all over the abstract. This coffee tastes more like a painter's rag than a cup of art. It literally tastes like turps, even sugar couldn't coat the foul work. Service is nonexistent. Food is biker faire.
Coffee. R12
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