The juice, coffee, tea, pastries are all probably fine. I haven't had any of the food except the hash and that was fine. The staff sport hipsterish looks who are allergic to humor and happiness. No one even say hi or tries to crack a smile, which is a bit rude, but I don't even care about that. This isn't about the business itself, but just the awful, rude people who flock here.\n\nBeing that this is the only coffeeshop that stays opened later and has large tables, it's hard to not go here for the space availability. Contrary to most of the reviewers here due to lack of understanding of what hipsters are truly like, the majority of patrons are actually the type of people who bring their laptops in and pretend to study but are actually stalking their exs on Facebook. Real hipsters would not flock here because this place is too trendy and full of yuppies. I hate yuppies too, but I'm not a hipster. I come to sew when my school's sewing lab is closed. Not only do I have to sew for school, but I will do it because that's my line of work. I even saw some chick knitting which made me very happy. Point is, most people tend to come here to do something.\n\nNormally, there are douches, wannabes, and plenty of pretentiousness and they often contain themselves to a certain area. I accepted the crudeness masquerading in yuppie or techie attire who don't respect your space or what you are doing and just interrupts you like you owe them your attention. No \""excuse me,\"" no \""thank you,\"" no \""sorry to interrupt.\"" Nothing remotely resembling any sort of respect towards others. I fucking HATE being talked \""at.\"" I am not someone who ignores people, but due to the lack of people with good manners, I had no choice but to learn to ignore those who are not polite towards me... like the overweight beer bellied bearded lumberjack Bon Iver-wannabe techie in the Wordpress jacket who not only interrupted my phone convo without acknowledging that I was on the phone but was rushing me to get out of my seat so his fatass basic white bitch gf could sit there.\n\nGoing here is sorta like a test for people who have sensibilities that isn't as crude as gorilla toenails. That alone pushes me to try harder in finding other places that stayed opened later and had decent tables but attract more genuine, down to earth people, so I go here a lot less than before.\n\nBut what happened yesterday really broke this camel's bac enough to make me never return.\n\nI found 1 parking spot left in the lot at around 3pm and an overweight skank on goddess-mode wearing very revealing leggings was yakking on her latest iPhone was standing in the spot. I honked my horn and she said she's saving the spot. I told her that's fucking bullshit and these parking spaces are first come, first serve- there is no reserved parking. She diva hair flipped ignored me. OH. HELL. NO. I was ready to pull into the space, take off my glasses, get out of my car and beat that silly fat hoe. But no...I thought rationally, I should just roll up my windows and leave. I find a very close spot on the street and park there to scream obscenities for a good 10 minutes until my murderous rage came to a manageable level.\n\nNEVER in my entire life have I had to deal with such stupidity over a parking space just because some lazy bitch would rather risk getting run over just because her fat entitled feet were too delicate to walk a few more seconds to a coffeeshop. Not in Boston and the drivers there are the creme de la creme of assholery. Not in NYC and yes I was brave enough to drive there. Not on the hilly, foggy streets of San Francisco whether there was a gay parade or not. And certainly not in my hometown of LA where there's virtually no parking lots and you parallel park wherever you can. But yes, this bullshit had to happen in an unimportant, uncool suburban sprawl full of provincial assholes who never get out of this backwards state and thinks life revolves around mediocrity and mainstream mall crap.\n\nI've already had more than enough.