Flyte

While driving to work one day I spotted a new place where the old Zantigo used to be, just off Hwy 65 & 117^th, next to the KFC. The sign had a colorful sun logo, which at first made me think it was a Mexican joint, but closer inspection of the tiny lettering revealed it was «Flyte» — a coffee shop that also has smoothies — and «treats» — whatever those are. The trademark doesn’t make any sense (should have a big airplane), but what do I care? I need my caffeine jag, so figured I’ll try it.
I walked in. It was just before 8:30AM and I was the only customer in sight. No one was in line at the drive-​thru either. That should’ve been my first clue that Flyte wouldn’t make it off the runway.
I asked for a French roast and was told by the counter person they only have one kind of coffee, and French roast ain’t it. I ordered coffee anyway and she filled my cup… from an air pot.
(Not real serious about our coffee, are we?)
I took a sip and it reminded me of the watery swill served by little old ladies at church basement events. I could see the bottom of the cup, for crying out loud! I tried not to gag — or laugh. I could get a better cup o’ joe at SA for 99 cents.
Since Flyte boasts «treats» I gave ‘em a quick eyeballing but what I saw was a plate covered with a dozen sad little cellophane-​wrapped rolls and Rice Krispy bars that resembled the ones tossed out each night at the local convenience store. I’ll pass.
This place is definitely on my no-​fly list from now on. My prediction: Flyte will crash and burn within 6 months.