Scooter's Coffee
1821 5th St, Rapid City
(605) 791-0195
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This is the best sweet coffee ever.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Always love Scooters. Always fast friendly service. Some of their blenders taste the same but I like the Chai so it doesn't really affect me.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
One the best coffee I had in rapid but not the worst either
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 4
Service: 5
I really think we should normalize making sure someone’s cup is not broken before handing it to them. I ordered a small prickly pear soda and I got to drink none of it due to the cup being cracked all along the bottom. My jeans, my car, and my garage floor got plenty of it though. There is no way that they didn’t notice it was cracked and leaking prior to handing it to me. It was light inside there and dark in my car so it took me about 10 minutes to see it.
Service: 1
My husband and I have been going to this Scooter's location for over five years. There's been a few times our drink orders were wrong, but it was nothing major. We still enjoyed the drinks. Their decafe coffee and iced teas are our favorites! Totally recommend this Scooter's ☕❤️
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Great drive-in coffee place. The customer service is always wonderful and the coffee selection is great. Not to mention you can really taste the coffee, not just the sugary syrups.
Food: 5
Service: 5
Cheapest small coffee that I know of $1.07. Not bad.
The best coffee in town, friendly staff and quick service!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Excellent pumpkin chai and good cinnamon rolls. Very friendly service
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 4
Service: 5
Tight location to maneuver with decent drinks and service.
Atmosphere: 3
Food: 4
Service: 4
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I remember the first time I saw snow. I was seven, standing barefoot on the porch of a rented house in northern Vermont, watching my breath curl into little ghosts while the sky dropped white silence on everything. My mother was inside, burning cinnamon sticks in a saucepan like she always did when we didn’t have enough money for actual dessert, and my father was already gone, though I didn’t know then that he wouldn’t be coming back. That house had slanted floors and windows that whistled when the wind hit them just right. I used to pretend the house was singing to me. Later, much later, I would learn that houses only sing when you're small enough to believe in that kind of thing. College happened the way an accident happens: suddenly and with paperwork. I studied anthropology, mostly because I liked the idea of brushing dirt off of something important. After graduation I moved to Portland with three friends and a Honda Civic that barely made it past Pennsylvania. We lived on instant noodles and the kinds of dreams you scribble on bar napkins at 2 AM. One of us became a nurse. One of us went back home. One of us disappeared after a trip to Guatemala. I stayed.
Years passed the way they always do when you’re not paying attention. I got jobs and lost them. Fell in love with a woman who played the violin like she was trying to make the air remember something. We broke up in a train station in Denver and I haven’t seen her since, but sometimes I swear I hear her bow in the whistle of incoming freights. I’ve worked construction, taught middle school English, sold hand-carved spoons at farmers markets. Once, I slept in the back of a used bookstore for an entire summer. The owner let me stay in exchange for cataloging obscure biographies and feeding the cat, which had only one eye and an unfortunate habit of peeing on Russian literature. I say all this because there’s a rhythm to life, a way everything threads together even when it doesn’t make sense. Like waking up one day and finding yourself here, of all places, with the light just right through the window and a song you haven’t heard since childhood playing softly from a corner speaker. It’s funny how it all leads somewhere, even if you’re not sure where you were headed to begin with. Oh yeah, I forgot, this coffee shop was pretty good. 5 stars.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
I got the medium , (sugar-free Carmalicious )
Cold Blended espresso , it was absolutely delicious , A most yummy Refreshing sip!
We also grabbed the NEW “. Oatmeal Creme cookie version cold blended espresso, it was also a most delicious sip! It was like drinking one of your favorite cookies! 🍪 Yum, doesn’t get better than that😬
These are must tries folks you gotta get in and get these delicious drinks👏
Food: 5
Service: 5
Great coffee and the staff were all friendly
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
TAKE WIDE TURNS!!!! Foods alright but if you want a destroyed fender/bumper/frame go to this place! Coming right up a loose engine mount! Drive through has a major drop off where you can see multiple people have ran into this. Put a sign on the corner or make it a smooth transition to the drive through line. This place has ruined many cars and will continue to do so if not addressed.
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 1
Service: 1
Service is always with a smile! Drive through is prompt and professional. Coffee and breakfast offerings are on point!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
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