Let me start by saying the coffee at Yilufa Coffee Co is nothing short of divine. Each cup is crafted with such precision that it temporarily calmed my caffeine-starved brain. The espresso? A smooth, creamy burst of pure bliss. The pour-over? Exceptionally smooth and refined, far above average. I wouldn’t be surprised if the beans were grown by monks with a mystical connection to Arabica plants. However, and this is a big however, the coffee is made by human baristas whose customer service makes the DMV look like a theme park. Upon entering this café—with its postmodern industrial vibe (imagine chairs that look like they were rescued from an IKEA clearance)—I was met with zero warmth. No...
