Ristretto: More Metropolis

-My day began with the cupping nirvana alluded to in my Twitter tweet--Metropolis' Samba blend.   If there was any doubt as to whether yesterday's goose chase was worthwhile, it was eliminated.  The Yelp discussion of Metropolis gives you a pretty accurate feel for the place.  I don't think it accurately captures the quality of customer service, though, so I'll probably chime in.  When I called for directions to get me the last mile there, the woman who answered the phone was extremely polite.  Even I, in my jobs, have had a hard time concealing irritation when giving out such repetitive information.  Wisely, the friendly voice was in the back room or wherever the phone is answered, as the baristas were straight from central casting, i.e. not necessarily impolite, but not not remarkably polite either.  Casting is not an inappropriate word, as there is indeed a good deal of casting involved here.  After all, if I walked into a coffee shop and saw Dolly Parton behind the machine, my hopes of receiving a triple ristretto God shot would not exactly increase.  Y'all come back now, y'hear?