keipon0414
"I thought, 'Oh, this looks nice,' as I passed by, so I decided to stop by. When I was going to eat soba, I happened to pass by 'Ishiyama-dori Coffee,' and the atmosphere seemed nice, so I went in. As I climbed the stairs, I saw a sign that said 'We also sell beans,' and upon closer inspection, it read 'MIYAKOSHIYA'... Miyakoshiya, my archenemy. I hesitated about whether to enter, but the door with a nice rusted look was already open, so I went in. Since I was alone, I figured there would be a counter. I went all the way to the back, where there was a brick wall about chest height behind me. A brick wall? It reminded me of the old Abashiri Prison. I ordered a deep-tasting 'Guatemala' for 450 yen. It seemed reasonable on the menu, but wasn't Miyakoshiya supposed to be tax-exclusive? It's jazz music, isn't it? There were two guys working there, and they were exceptionally friendly. It's not an excuse, but they didn't have the same rudeness as that arrogant guy at the station store. I waited for about 10 minutes, and they ground the beans and made a Nel drip coffee, I think. The Guatemala was strong, roasted deeply, almost to the point of bitterness. Isn't this too much? But it's good for waking up when you're sleep-deprived in Sapporo. The cup was warmed, right? I don't need this step. I don't like lukewarm coffee, but I dislike hot cups even more. Well, the coffee was delicious. There was a guy sitting in the middle of the counter, smoking a cigarette and typing on his PC. What a typical Miyakoshiya customer. Can't you sit at a table further away? I need to check in at the hotel soon, so I'm leaving. At the register, they said, 'That'll be 700 yen.' Huh? It said 450 yen, didn't it? Miyakoshiya just isn't for me."