Peasant Menu, Royal Problems
Asking me to choose between twenty vulgar, mass-produced boba flavors? How utterly barbaric.
I graced this quaint little establishment with my presence, expecting a bespoke elixir fit for royalty. Instead, the barista stared at me like I was supposed to decipher a wall of basic syrups and milk percentages myself.
"Decisions are hard," the sign says. No, darling. Suffering through mediocrity is hard.
I’m buying the entire store just to fire whoever designed this layout.