Friends and colleagues of mine know that I’m a coffee drinker, and several of them have recommended Kaldi’s Coffee to me since I moved back to Missouri. On Friday, I gave it a shot (har, har, har…)
Kaldi’s is one of two coffee companies in St. Louis that I’m aware of that roasts its own beans (Northwest Coffee is the other). Kaldi’s also has delictable sweet treats and lots of vegetarian food options for full meals.
I ordered a black bean burrito and cozied into a table near a window, ready to upload and edit the 200+ photos I’d taken at work that morning in Shaw Park. When the barista called my name to give me my burrito, this is it said:
My Name is Not Alyssa, photo by smalltowngirl
For those of you who know me only as smalltowngirl or @milligfunk, I’ll fill you in on a secret; my name is not Alyssa.
That said, the coffee, the burrito and the cookie I got for desert (a giant one with chocolate chunks) were all good, and I really liked the no-wireless-internet, authentic-coffee-shop feel of Kaldi’s.
Kudos to local, independent businesses, even if they decorate their burritos with the wrong name.
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Hmmm, maybe Alyssa made your burrito and was autographing it for you. How dare you destroy a signed original!
Is that sour cream? How awesome!
How funny! Oh dear…what if it really WAS an autograph and you ATE it??? Great story – TFS!
Gotta know… did you find out WHY it said Alyssa? Unsolved mysteries drive me crazy!
When I was in college, I used to work at the Commerce Bank at Clayton & DeMun, just down the street from the original Kaldi’s.
This college gal used to come and make the deposits for them every morning…she was cute. I’d try to talk to her and flirt a little…even gave her my phone number one time. She said she’d call, but never did.
One morning, I decided to go down there to get coffee…maybe I’d succeed on her home turf? Long story short, she just wanted to be friends. The story of my life…then, anyway.
Ah well…I found a better woman to marry anyway.
The end.