I'd never heard of this place. It was recommended by a member of my running group as a place we might visit to celebrate a successful training block, however that's determined. The name calls to mind a kind of soap that existed when I was younger and might still to this day.
I questioned whether this was a place that exists, and I think that annoyed my training partner, because I question roughly every third thing that she says, in part for my own personal amusement, and she tends to be right about these things at least on occasion.
Come to find out, there is a place called Comet Coffee, on Oakland across the street from Forest Park, next to the community college, in a building that might also house a hotel. I'm not sure.
There was a sign for a hotel near where you need to turn if you need to park in the rear. No Diddy. Otherwise, there's no indication that there's parking available in the rear, that I'm aware of. There's parking out front, but it's limited in quantity, and you have to park on a diagonal. A few people couldn't get this quite right and took up more than one space, and that even further limited the amount of parking available out front. I found a space that I thought might work, but a driver in, wouldn't you know, a Nissan Altima pulled up and blocked it so that I couldn't back in. I'd tempted fate and had coffee before I ran, so it wasn't even worth having to get out of the car and teach someone a valuable lesson.
What is the deal with this strip anyway? As was the case with Modern Brewery, which I visited a couple of weeks ago, I wonder what community college attendee has $15 to blow on a coffee and a croissant. Wouldn't they just attend a real college? I even know a few people who teach community college. They might be worse off than the students. Does this place cater to people in nearby office buildings?
I don't get a communal, trustafarian vibe from this place. You wouldn't want to work on your screenplay here, and you might not be allowed to. The inside is cramped, and the overall vibe is not altogether different from a Panera. It's set up like a Jersey Mike's, with a row of tables along the wall and barely enough room between there and the counter for a line that forms in the rear of the restaurant, near where you enter if you're forced to park out back. (There's also a few tables out front, if weather permits.) It gets loud, and there's always someone standing over you.
Obviously, that's only an issue if you "dine" in. If this place is convenient for you, and you have the means, you might honestly want to stop by on occasion and just grab takeout. I'm no expert when it comes to coffee or baked goods, but this place has to be up there in both regards. I went with a caramel latte and a plain croissant. I had my eye on some sort of pistachio croissant, but it was late when I got there and some lady ahead of me in line snagged it. They were down to just a few items left, but you probably can't go wrong with anything they sell.
The plain croissant was a revelation. Even the croissants they use for the breakfast sandwiches at Burger King are delicious, but this was transcendent. It somehow managed to taste more like butter than biting into a stick of actual butter. The exterior looked dry, which it kinda was, but in a good way, but the interior was, uh, warm and inviting.
The latte was served in a mug that felt premium, with impressive (because I can't do it) latte art. The head, if that's what you call it, was thick like a milkshake, and I may have gotten some on my trash 'stache. Is that because I opted for whole milk instead of skim or, God forbid, soy? It was only right, with this being America and all.
I probably won't be back, unless I'm dragged back in by the same girl whose idea it was today. If I am, I'm going hog wild. read more