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Coffee Shops • $
“Ordered 1 grande cappuccino and 1 grande pumpkin spice late. Had been a rough day for both me and my dad, just wanted something nice. Taste was amazing, workers were amazing but when i got home (3 minutes away) i noticed that the drinks weren't even filled to the full size. Idk if its measurement or foam issues or maybe because i didnt tip (i needed to upload more $ to my card when i got home), but for the prices i would like to have the size i paid for. Otherwise, atmosphere was good, and everything tasted good.“
“Let me preface this review with a little background. I spent my early childhood in an old farmhouse that used to sit where this Starbucks was built. I was disappointed at learning our old house was torn down, because, having lived out west for the last 50 years I had always imagined myself venturing back east to briefly connect with whatever family was now in my old home, as weird as that sounds.
Being a truck driver, I saw a chance to complete this part of my bucket list and have my Dispatcher route me to Rochester. I dropped my trailer at a truck stop and drove to Penfield. My intention was to order a cup of coffee, take some pictures, and leave. Zach took my order, and, against my better judgment, I explained why I was there, fully expecting an eye roll and a “Who let you out of the home old man??”
Instead he seemed genuinely interested and even wanted to snap a pic of an old photo of the house I had shown him. While I was drinking my coffee and contemplating life, I noticed that everyone that came in seemed to be sincerely happy to be there, and they were warmly welcomed, not in a business way, but genuinely. A few minutes later, Zach’s family came in and he introduced me to them, telling his kids my story. I showed them a picture of myself at their age with my mom, at the same spot where they were now. I think they got a kick out of that. When I left, Zach and the rest of the staff let me know how cool it was that I could come “home” after all these years. I related the experience to my mom (yes, still very much alive and in her 80’s) and she was overjoyed to hear that there was still a “family “ living where ours once had flourished. Reflecting later on the experience, I realized that the old adage, “You can never go home “ isn’t always true. Thank you treating me like family and welcoming me home, and may God bless you always!
Matt Kinney“