CC's Coffee House

Coffee and turkey sausage egg and cheese croissant were good and I wanted to give this place more stars but this is why it fell short: I also ordered a banana nut muffin which was suppose to be warmed up but it was very cold instead and I also ordered an everything bagel which was not suppose to be toasted but it was toasted, burnt, and so hard to eat that I almost chipped my tooth trying to take a bite of it so unfortunately had to throw it away. If we love your coffee, the least you could do is listen to the details of your guests order and show us they you really do love your guests, because sadly I didn’t feel the love this morning….and seems like others have expressed this feeling prior too!

Quiet location and good coffee. All staff pleasant except 1 person. Couldn’t connect to CC’s wifi and she didn’t want to help she wanted me to use “Firehouse Sub’s” wifi. I paid for your coffee and I want to use your wifi not another business’s wifi that I didn’t buy a service from. Which is the reason for 3 stars.

Used to love going to this coffee house. When I pull up in the drive thru i know what I'm ordering and what I want. But with the recent change in crew its getting really aggravating to have someone tell you everytime you go that they believe you're ordering wrong and that it should get this rather than that.

The coffee isn’t bad, unlike everything else. Their wifi goes out. Constantly. If you are looking for a place to do some work and enjoy coffee and company, this is not the place.

They also have a side door that opens up directly into the drive-thru lane, which is dangerous enough as it is, but management still allows employees to go in/out even at peak times. Recently, one of their baristas opened the door directly into my Audi S5! This is not a lightweight door, it is a massive industrial door. Fortunately, it only hit my bumper but still took a chunk out of my car. Honestly, I don’t even blame the barista because she was just a teenager, it was a windy day, and she had her hands full. Management should have advised them not to use the door. I reported the issue and when asked what they could do to make things better, I asked if they could comp my drinks (~$27). Management said no and sent the poor girl out to my car to get my insurance. I told the crying girl not to worry about it. Hard not to sympathize for her.

Management, get your *%^# together and take responsibility for your ineptitude. And for Christ’s sake, fix your wifi. Your a coffee shop!

This is literally the slowest CC’s drive thru I’ve ever been to. Anytime i come i wait 15 minutes or longer in the line. coffee is good though.

Scene: A horrible day, a downtrodden spirit, and a beaten body--our customer enters expecting nothing more than a little caffeine to carry his beaten corporeal husk for a few more hours. He makes his way sullenly to the barista. A young lad by the name of Mikael stands ready to take the order. Mikael senses the broken spirit within our customer, and a twinkle shines in his eye: he knows what he must do. Our customer orders what he assumes to be a normal Turtle Mochassippii. Little does he know, Mikael is the Master of Mocha, the Captain of Coffee, and the Lord of Lattes: he is the one long ago prophesied to bring hope to the masses. Mikael takes the order, gives a half nod and a regal half smile, and begins his ritual. Mikael puts his hand to his chest, pushing aside his barista apron, to reveal the long lost Amulet of Affogato. Our customer gasps: the legends are true! There is a only a single second to grasp the gravity of the moment, then, a spark. The little burst of light flares into a beam of pure energy emanating from the mighty hand of Mikael, whose hair has turned a shock white color and pulses in waves from the force generated from the amulet. With his free hand, Mikael holds up the finest quality coffee beans known to man. With a swift and fluid motion, he brings his hands together, joining the beam of radiant light and the beans. The smell of the roast was beyond anything human nostrils had ever known; it was as though the breath of angels emanated throughout the room. Then, as all onlookers began shielding their eyes from the brilliant ray of light before them, Mikael begins reciting the ancient incantation thought lost from long ago: "Eeffoc eurt, eeffoc taerg--emoc ot su dna etanieffac!" The ground shakes, and the beam becomes blinding. The mortals present shield their eyes: they are not worthy. Mikael raises his arms; a great blast of cold air blows the store doors off of the hinges---ancient, pure, untouched ice from artic glaciers appears. Mikael brings his hands together while nodding to the other baristas who have donned their ceremonial hoods. One barista brings the purest of creams, another the sweetest of caramel, still another the finest chocolate. They all stand near each other, joining hands. Mikael gives that same knowing look to our weary customer, "Be not afraid." He turns to face the other baristas. "Tsiom straf!"

The room goes black....and silent...

Then, it appears....

There is an otherworldly glow, and a gentle hum fills the room. The Turtle Mochassippii gently descends from the heavens, floating in an ethereal fog. Mikael extends a single hand and takes hold of the only perfect thing mankind has ever known. He now holds it in two hands, handling it with the same care a mother extends to her newborn child. He smiles; he knows the value of what he has created. With the gentlest of touches, he bequeaths the blessed beverage to our weary customer, who has tears in his eyes from beholding pure beauty. The customer hesitates: should this not be in a museum? Is it not a righteous relic? He turns to Mikael for guidance. Mikael, with no words, simply nods.

The first sip is taken...

---25 years later---

Our customer is with his family. The world has known peace for over two decades, all because of him. The room is filled with artifacts, awards and prizes from the past twenty years of his life: three Nobel prizes, a Pulitzer prize, the Presidential Medal of Honor, a Congressional Gold Medal, a Lasker Award, and two Grammy awards fill a wall plastered with countless newspaper clippings detailing heroic and philanthropic actions the world over.

Our customer is nearing his end. He knows it. His family surrounds him. They know he's lived a full life.

His grandchild looks on with tears in her eyes. "Grandpa, can you tell us a story?" She knows it's probably his last. She's heard countless stories, but she's hoping for the best yet.

Our customer smiles gently, opens a nearby dresser drawer, and pulls out a crinkled receipt.

"Let me tell you....about a man named Mikael."

-Fin-

Had coffee there Saturday with several members of my family with great disappoint. We all ordered white chocolate mochas and mine was soooooo bitter I couldn't hardly drink it. Had my sister's taste and they agreed mine was horrible. I hate with a passion to complain so of course I didn't ! Paid almost $7 for nasty coffee !!! S. Terro

Real story. Sunday, two days ago, I was in line for over 20 minutes. It was about 5:40. Took 20 minutes to move 4 cars

Waited 15 minutes for a grande cappuccino with 1 couple in front of me when I ordered, 5 people running around behind the counter like ants… but nothing actually happening to get orders made. Mind boggling.

Not a bad stop for coffee. I ordered a shaken espresso and confused the guy a little, but turns out they call it a 22 or something. I tried to do some work on my computer but the internet speed here was very weak. I didn’t end of staying long and decided to move somewhere else to work.