They are very nice here. I wish that I could afford their unique treats! But actually, sometimes I can!... because Cafe Pyrus regularly donates their day olds to us less-capables by way of the community fridges around back... The ones that... drum roll... happen to be the best community pantry/fridge location in all K-W! Yeah, woo! Literally the coolest. Two fridges.
Don't worry, only a handful of us desperate souls are feral to the point of scattering countless items around ourselves while repacking our bags after grabbing some gluten free peanut butter chocolate chip muffins from the back, muttering incoherently. Even fewer would dare approach the seating area. Oh no. Not with the laundered smell of the middle class wafting around from the front, dancing around the small wooden cabin along with the echoes of lighthearted smalltalk and laughs that know no despair beyond grandma's hip surgery, which, huh, I guess ranks highly. Me, I do my best to twist a smile of greeting onto my face whenever I make the mistake of shuffling up from around the back corner of the building during open hours, suddenly in full view of happy families on rainbow picnic tables eating snacks, as parents try not to visibly tense up and I try to twist directly towards the pantry door and claw it open, desperate to make it clear as quickly as possible that I am not coming any closer or making needless eye contact. Phew. Thats why we mostly come at night. Mostly.
Please oh please will this make Google stop requesting my review over and over again?