35552 review-internet-access-home-sucking-big internet-access-home-sucking-big http://www.sureshot.feedback/review-internet-access-home-sucking-big 1499 10 10 10 0 0 0 my internet access at home has been sucking a big one the last few days, so i've been chilling here instead on my work-from-home days. baristi are totally cool with me parking my ass here for eight hours a day and taking up all the prime real estate and using their free wifi.  especially kara (cara?), the blonde lady, who is always a treat and remembers my name.  same story with the ponytail guy (will?) who works at night.  souper-nice staff. coffee's killer, as always, and they have a great selection of tea, entailing four or five different chais.  food's almost always great: i tried the supremely divine bacon breakfast burrito this morning and may just get another one for dinner because it ruled on high. chili was awesome yesterday. if there's chili, get the chili.  if you're not veggie, anyway.  incidentally, if you are veggie or vegan, there are tons and tons of beyond-pastry options waiting here for you. sammies and stuff. i'll say that the music used to be a problem here--there was one dude who would play just endless overdistorted norwegian black metal screechsongs, but it's been good lately.  janis joplin, woody guthrie, neil young, beatles.  it was pleasant on a drizzle-day like today. beyond all the perks, though, i just like the crowd here. it errs on the side of crunchy for sure, but it's old, friendly hippies with sincere (id est, non-ironic) beards who love you for existing and say please and excuse me, not the stinky, self-righteous microsoft kind.  also young students.  old hippies and young students.  and hippie students of all ages.   anyway, there's a mild sketchy quality that makes me feel comfortable here (um).  mismatched wooden tables and chairs, thrift store dishes, fun graffiti on the walls, wacky things to read on the bulletin board.   oh, dude, i just figured it out.  i went to high school at NOVA in the early '90s, and it feels like NOVA up in here.  it's like the lounge, in the old building across from garfield.  am i right or am i right? yey, now i love it here EVEN MOAR <p>my internet access at home has been sucking a big one the last few days, so i&rsquo;ve been chilling here instead on my work-from-home days. baristi are totally cool with me parking my ass here for eight hours a day and taking up all the prime real estate and using their free wifi.  especially kara (cara?), the blonde lady, who is always a treat and remembers my name.  same story with the ponytail guy (will?) who works at night.  souper-nice staff. coffee&rsquo;s killer, as always, and they have a great selection of tea, entailing four or five different chais.  food&rsquo;s almost always great: i tried the supremely divine bacon breakfast burrito this morning and may just get another one for dinner because it ruled on high. chili was awesome yesterday. if there&rsquo;s chili, get the chili.  if you&rsquo;re not veggie, anyway.  incidentally, if you are veggie or vegan, there are tons and tons of beyond-pastry options waiting here for you. sammies and stuff. i&rsquo;ll say that the music used to be a problem here&ndash;there was one dude who would play just endless overdistorted norwegian black metal screechsongs, but it&rsquo;s been good lately.  janis joplin, woody guthrie, neil young, beatles.  it was pleasant on a drizzle-day like today. beyond all the perks, though, i just like the crowd here. it errs on the side of crunchy for sure, but it&rsquo;s old, friendly hippies with sincere (id est, non-ironic) beards who love you for existing and say please and excuse me, not the stinky, self-righteous microsoft kind.  also young students.  old hippies and young students.  and hippie students of all ages.   anyway, there&rsquo;s a mild sketchy quality that makes me feel comfortable here (um).  mismatched wooden tables and chairs, thrift store dishes, fun graffiti on the walls, wacky things to read on the bulletin board.   oh, dude, i just figured it out.  i went to high school at NOVA in the early &rsquo;90s, and it feels like NOVA up in here.  it&rsquo;s like the lounge, in the old building across from garfield.  am i right or am i right? yey, now i love it here EVEN MOAR</p> 2016-06-23T22:39+0000

my internet access at home has been sucking a big one the last few days, so i’ve been chilling here instead on my work-from-home days. baristi are totally cool with me parking my ass here for eight hours a day and taking up all the prime real estate and using their free wifi.  especially kara (cara?), the blonde lady, who is always a treat and remembers my name.  same story with the ponytail guy (will?) who works at night.  souper-nice staff. coffee’s killer, as always, and they have a great selection of tea, entailing four or five different chais.  food’s almost always great: i tried the supremely divine bacon breakfast burrito this morning and may just get another one for dinner because it ruled on high. chili was awesome yesterday. if there’s chili, get the chili.  if you’re not veggie, anyway.  incidentally, if you are veggie or vegan, there are tons and tons of beyond-pastry options waiting here for you. sammies and stuff. i’ll say that the music used to be a problem here–there was one dude who would play just endless overdistorted norwegian black metal screechsongs, but it’s been good lately.  janis joplin, woody guthrie, neil young, beatles.  it was pleasant on a drizzle-day like today. beyond all the perks, though, i just like the crowd here. it errs on the side of crunchy for sure, but it’s old, friendly hippies with sincere (id est, non-ironic) beards who love you for existing and say please and excuse me, not the stinky, self-righteous microsoft kind.  also young students.  old hippies and young students.  and hippie students of all ages.   anyway, there’s a mild sketchy quality that makes me feel comfortable here (um).  mismatched wooden tables and chairs, thrift store dishes, fun graffiti on the walls, wacky things to read on the bulletin board.   oh, dude, i just figured it out.  i went to high school at NOVA in the early ’90s, and it feels like NOVA up in here.  it’s like the lounge, in the old building across from garfield.  am i right or am i right? yey, now i love it here EVEN MOAR