This place reminds me why I stopped drinking DD to begin with. «I’d like a french vanilla light and sweet» «Light with cream?» «No Light with sugar… cream and sugar. Hot.» «Hot??» “Yes, I’d like a hot french vanilla with cream and sugar.“ So they hand me an iced french vanilla with no sugar. Of the 10 times I’ve been through there the teller has sounded high at least 5 of the times(giggling to themselves, unable to follow a train of thought etc.) The coffee has tasted burnt probably 7 times. But there is this really sweet older guy who gets it right, and when he’s there(must be the owner) the coffee actually tastes good and that(and how close it is to me) are the only reasons I keep going back. Writing this review as I choke down an absolutely bitter burnt cup of DD from this location right now.