This week, I found myself in an eclectic coffee shop in Amarillo, TX. I chose the shop because of an image of a comfy looking couch on Yelp. I neglected to read any reviews or further my research, and I was startled by what I found. First off, the shop was located on a shady street of buildings with broken windows and homes with chain-link fences. I approached the door and hesitantly entered a dimly lit shop with darkly painted walls. Green ivy plants sprawled out in the corners of the room and awkwardly draped to the floor. Hard rock blared on the speakers and nude sketches lined the walls. As I took a few more steps, the smell of urine and smoke invaded my nostrils, and I regretted my decision, but it was too late because the barista had noticed my arrival. I inched toward the counter, stepping up the two stairs to order. Around the corner, I was met with a giant penis painting. "Good God, help me!" I mumbled under my breath. The barista took my order with a st