When a business is the only show in town, one can develop a love-hate relationship. I expected better from this U.S. expat-owned coffee shop. The mocha lattes we ordered were over-priced (for the setting), but tasty. Service was slow, but we were in no hurry. The wait gave us time to kick back and converse. And, after all, it is Latin America. We went there to get away from the rat-race. The decor is quite tacky (not shabby chic). There is a bonded leather(?) sofa that is so old and worn, it looks like a mangy animal. The floor pillows, looked nasty. We chose the wooden chairs. While we were sipping our mochas, a flea-bitten stray dog sauntered in like she owned the place. The place was quite crowded with foreigners, which wasn't a problem for us. When you are a coffee addict, you do what you have to do to get your fix.
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