“I came in for one coffee and somehow left with a tray of Timbits, a breakfast sandwich, and no regrets. Their coffee might not cure my existential dread, but it does make it more productive.
The staff? Fast, friendly, and possibly fueled by Timbits themselves. They handed me my order with the speed of a ninja and the warmth of a Canadian grandma.
And let’s talk about the iced capp. It’s so good, I’m convinced it’s 80% coffee and 20% magic. I would sell minor possessions for one on a hot day. My left sock? Gone. Worth it.
Overall, it’s the kind of place where calories don’t count and nobody judges you for your 3rd breakfast sandwich. A national treasure wrapped in wax paper and coffee steam.“
“I came in for one coffee and somehow left with a tray of Timbits, a breakfast sandwich, and no regrets. Their coffee might not cure my existential dread, but it does make it more productive.
The staff? Fast, friendly, and possibly fueled by Timbits themselves. They handed me my order with the speed of a ninja and the warmth of a Canadian grandma.
And let’s talk about the iced capp. It’s so good, I’m convinced it’s 80% coffee and 20% magic. I would sell minor possessions for one on a hot day. My left sock? Gone. Worth it.
Overall, it’s the kind of place where calories don’t count and nobody judges you for your 3rd breakfast sandwich. A national treasure wrapped in wax paper and coffee steam.“