I went into The Hideout Theatre hoping to get deep...

I went into The Hideout Theatre hoping to get deeper insight and instruction on the proper use of the Queen's English. Or, wait, is that propre? As you can see, I came away empty-handed in that regard. NEVERTHELESS! The coffee recommended to me by the svelte barista was excellent.

It was so good that my gear-shifting cable broke and my tire tube popped upon consumption. And though my physical therapist says I have months of grueling sessions, I have no regrets. The oat milk mocha will sustain me.