I used to spend about two hundred dollars a month at the above coffee shop. Then the shop was taken over and the 'Golden Years' came to an end. I call them 'Golden Years' because gentleman named John, who had been one of the Vice President's of Shell, owned and operated the place.
After he departed I witnessed one of the coffee makers spit in my coffee cup before she made it. The owner did no believe me (she is her relative) and the witness, another barrister, lied and said she had not seen it. I had previously bought her a manicure for Christmas.
I never went back but a rumour circulated I had been kicked out by the before mentioned barrister and witness. Not Likely
I never went back!