Lost Coffee

As a middle-aged man who needs coffee like oxygen and fears people, animals, and the color yellow, Lost Coffee is surprisingly safe. No one made me talk about my feelings or pet a dog. The staff smiled, but not in a threatening way. The coffee? Strong enough to jumpstart my will to live.

There was a suspiciously yellow mug on a nearby table, but I stared at the floor until it went away. 10/10 would return—preferably at off-peak hours, with a hoodie up and sunglasses on.

Thanks for the caffeine and emotional space.