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Before, I head to the pottery studio I was in dire need of caffeine. I headed over to Fall Cafe down on Smith Street and order my usual Chai Latte. As I walk across the street to check out the holiday market. I realized my drink didn’t taste right. It tasted like coffee. I took another sip, and knew it wasn’t Chai. I never need to add sugar when I get Chai. So I immediately high tailed back across the street. Stormed into the cafe and went up to the barista and said this is not a chai latte. And he venomly denied that he gave me the wrong drink. This is coming from the barista that short changed me one dollar in which I pointed out to him. He had admitted he was a bit scattered. He said it is a Chai Latte that I made with chai, a shot of espresso and half and half. Dude! That’s not chai. Who puts a shot of espresso in Chai. So his fellow barista told him to make it again. Talk about scattered. Where can you find a good barista now a days. Apparently, not at Fall Cafe.

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