That week in Oliver made me question my whole coffee routine
Last Tuesday I hit up this little cafe near 118th Ave, the one with the yellow door. Grabbed their $4.50 flat white and it was so good I went back three days in a row. Barista even remembered my order by Friday. But Saturday? Different person behind the counter, burned the milk, and charged me $5. The whole week felt like a fluke now. Is consistency just luck in this city, or do you have a spot that nails it every single time?
That's the ol' bait and switch. Get you hooked with a good cup then hit you with the burnt milk surcharge. Consistency in this city is basically a dice roll every time.