Fabiola C.
Yelp
I went to Celis Juice Bar with my sister-in-law for what we thought would be a chill little coffee break. Spoiler: it turned into a full-blown ego check courtesy of their barista-manager hybrid with a God complex.
I ordered two cappuccinos, paid, and immediately realized I forgot to add a chai latte. So I politely asked the cashier if I could add it. Simple, right? Apparently not at Celis.
Before she could even answer, some woman--who I think was the manager but acted more like a caffeine-deprived hall monitor--storms over and snaps, "I'm not going to make it. Go to the back of the line and order it again."
...Excuse me?
It wasn't a custom 10-layer wedding cake, it was a chai latte. The line wasn't even long, and I had literally just paid. But no, She had to make a point. The only thing stronger than the espresso at Celis is the unnecessary attitude.
I was so taken aback by the rudeness, I just said "No thanks" and walked out. Honestly, I'd rather drink lukewarm gas station coffee than ever set foot in that place again. If you're into overpriced drinks served with a side of ego and hostility, by all means--Celis is calling your name. But for the rest of us? Hard pass.