I thought I had coffee shops figured out. Order a latte, maybe grab a pastry, sit down for a few minutes, and move on with the day.
Then I walked into a small Oklahoma café that clearly had other plans. Instead of playing it safe, this place leans all the way into personality.
Bright energy, Mexican wrestling flair, drinks piled high with house made syrups and fresh baked conchas on the counter. The moment that really stopped me was seeing drinks topped with toasted marshmallow fluff made right in house…