When I get a call that sends me to New York, I'm usually happy for two reasons:
a. My family is on the east coast.
b. Stumptown roasters.
And while seeing my dad is certainly nice, nobody does it better than Stumptown. Nestled in the loins of the Ace Hotel, Stumptown Roasters is an oasis in a city of hit or miss cafes. From the hand stamped to-go cups to the hand blown light fixtures, the place has a vibe all its own. The lines are long, the baristas are friendly, and there's no shortage of vintage caps or ironic facial hair on either the patron or employee side of the register.
I appreciate their consistency- compare this latte to ones I posted a month ago. Indistinguishable. With espresso, that's quite the feat.
5 stars.
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