I visited the "Cheltenham" location a few weeks ago, so you could say I'm a grizzled veteran as far as Comet Coffee patrons are concerned.
I've seen it all at this point: the limited, not particularly comfortable seating; the highway robbery pricing; the disturbingly tasty croissants.
As was the case with my previous visit, I was there with a local running group, albeit not the same group. We met there, went for a nice run and then immediately undermined any progress we may have made with sugary drinks and baked goods, as one does.
We met at a little before 8 AM on a Sunday. The store hadn't opened yet. Already, there were people lined up as if they were neurodivergent middle-aged men waiting to buy Pokemon cards at a Target so they could resell them on the Internet, as a career.
I'd suggest that maybe people are buying the baked goods here and attempting to resell them, but I don't know that you could charge more than they already charge and not risk being assaulted, as a matter of principle.
It's a testament to the sheer quality of these items that I purchased another one, having yet to fully recover from the one I purchased a few weeks ago. As a result, I'm gonna have to have a talk with my accountant, and trust me, it's not going to be comfortable.
When I was at the one across the street from Forest Park, I had my eye on a pistachio croissant, and then the lady in line ahead of me ordered the last one that they had. There was almost an incident. I was fully prepared to pull an Ike Turner, if I had to. Fortunately, they still had at least one left when it was my turn to order.
To think, I might have committed an assault for something more mid than I'd imagined it being, like a guy with an ugly wife who's nevertheless weirdly possessive. Last time, I ended up just going with the plain croissant, and I think I kinda prefer it. With the sweet, ostensibly pistachio-based topping, it's more along the lines of a donut. You don't taste the croissant as much, nor did the topping strike me as being particularly pistachio-esque. It was still delicious, and for $7, it had better been.
I was wearing a quarter-zip, so I figured I might order an iced matcha latte with honey and whole milk. It's all part of my becoming a more respectable, productive member of society. As was the case with the croissant, it was really good for what it was. It mostly tasted like a slightly sweet glass of milk, with only the faintest hint of green tea--which I realize is just how these things taste. No Diddy. The thing is, I loave, lurve, luff milk. I'm like those guys in A Clockwork Orange. I like nothing more than to have a nice cold glass of milk and then go kick over a wastebasket. It's probably for the best that I had this drink after my run. read more