1/5 Michele 11 months ago on Google
I
was
really
looking
forward
to
enjoying
a
delicious
almond
milk
latte
and
decided
to
try
Bond
Street,
against
my
better
instincts,
for
the
first
time
this
morning.
First
off,
I
was
shocked
at
the
price
($7,
$8
with
tip!),
which
led
to
a
simple
mental
note
to
start
making
espresso
drinks
at
home.
When
I
saw
the
size
of
the
cup
the
drink
I
was
yearning
for
was
handed
to
me
in,
I
felt
a
little
more
accepting
of
the
price.
Since
I
had
my
Invisalign
in,
I
didn’t
want
to
drink
it
too
hot,
so
I
waited
until
I
got
home.
Once
there,
I
opened
the
lid
to
pour
the
expectedly
yummy
contents
into
one
of
my
favorite
mugs…
WAIT,
WHAT?!
(See
photo
attached)
I
mean,
I
am
generally
a
“cup
half
full”
type
o’
woman;
however,
when
it
comes
to
an
$8
cup
of
coffee,
the
cup
BETTER.
BE.
FULL.
As
if
the
greed
evidenced
by
the
high
price
and
teeny
portion
was
not
enough
to
crush
my
morning
coffee
dreams,
the
aroma
(aroma
is
too
good
a
word
to
use
in
this
case,
but…)
actually
made
me
gag!
I
immediately
called
the
shop
and
asked
to
speak
with
the
manager.
When
she
got
on
the
line,
I
asked
for
her
name
so
I
could
address
her
appropriately
and
respectfully.
Instead
of
giving
me
her
name,
however,
she
asked
who
I
was…which
is
when
I,
admittedly,
“lost
my
cool.”
“I
am
a
customer!”,
I
exclaimed.
To
which
she
responded
with
her
name,
which
I
will
not
disclose
here.
Apparently,
their
coffee
machines
do
not
produce
enough
coffee
to
fill
their
cups
(er,
am
I
allowed
to
ask
on
which
planet
this
is
an
acceptable
excuse?).
She
then
graciously
invited
me
to
drive
back
to
the
shop
so
she
could
make
me
another,
to
which
I
asked,
“Do
you
have
a
different
type
of
oat
(I
ordered
almond,
but
it
tasted
like
poor
quality
oat)
milk?”
Of
course,
her
response
was
“no.”
She
said
her
hands
were
tied
in
terms
of
voiding
the
transaction,
and
I
told
her
I
was
going
to
write
this
review.
I
am
well
aware—and
hope
she
is,
too—that
it
is
not
her
fault
why
this
greedy
establishment
has
lost
another
customer
[although
I
wonder
if
she
could
have
overridden
the
no
refund
rule,
which
would
have
made
me
happy,
and
maybe
even
led
me
to
try
a
Bond
Street
coffee
again
in
the
future,
once
I
make
my
fortune
(ethically,
and
with
integrity,
of
course!)]
C’mon,
Bond
Street.
You
can’t
continue
to
fill
your
pockets
if
you
can’t
even
fill
your
coffee
cups.
(“Invest
in
a
smaller
cup
so
our
greedy
prices
are
more
obvious?
Heck,
no!”
<evil
laughter>)
God
bless
you
and
your
establishment.
But,
even
more
importantly,
God
bless
your
loyal
customers’
health
and
bank
accounts.
May
they
all
feel
the
call
to
make
better
coffee
at
home
(or
get
off
coffee
altogether!),
eat
less
sugar,
and
live
longer,
healthier,
and
more
prosperous
lives
✌🏼✝️