This little cafe makes perfect cafe lattes, but just as importantly, they have a wonderful assortment of baked goods to go with them.
I’ve done a hundred transactions with them, every one perfect. How is that possible? They never screw up the order, never botch the coffee, they even remember my name.
Do they realize that they save my life a little bit each morning? I love them.
There are apparently a dozen of these little cafes, although I have only been to the one on Market Street.
