This past Saturday I rode about 3 miles to the Froth House on Allen. There was a small bike parking area where I left the Xtracycle:
There was a family with a very small child who insisted on flinging his bike in the parking area when the, I assume, dad tried to get him to hold on to it.
How was I dressed? Knickers, of course.
What did I have? A Macchiato, of course. Too much foam and the coffee was undistinguished.
I also had a BLT which was pretty mediocre. The staff were generally pleasant and the environs pleasantly quirky. I doubt if I'll go back; however, if I lived over there I would probably go more than once.
As by the way, the post is late because the computer died and I only just now got the new one.