Miss Cookies Coffee (Centre Commercial Grand Quetigny)
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It is NOT in the mall where Google says it is—directly across from Carrefour. Round the corner. There you’ll find Miss Cookies Coffee’s hot pink incandescence. While the opposing Waffle Authentik only has its paneled off seating area, Miss Cookies is decked out with tables and stools within its own store AND passageway occupancy with stout, metal stools in a Monster High palette. There’s a digital ordering BORNE DE COMMANDE (order terminal), but you can just as easily approach the counter and order in the same spot as RETRAÎT COMMANDE (order collection). Maybe on crazier days at earlier times this situation is different. Regardless of how calm or busy, you have multiple cookie and coffee collection methods. Not to worry. Certain television screens maintain the cold and drink menus while others flip from announcing their new muffins to promoting their LAIT VEGETAL option with Alpro. However, as one man—who walked up and began half-apologizing, half-ordering from the man with the centered cobalt section in his crew cut—soon discovered: customers are rewarded for volume. For the muffins, donuts, and cookies, buying four gets you the the fifth one free or buying seven gets you three more free. Voices somehow carry unabated across this mall cavity, defying the physics of sound waves. I couldn’t have been further from the counter, sitting in one of the only two real chairs, grey, vinyl variants tucked away against irregular strips of cranberry, grey, black (perfectly disguising the plug sockets), and their pink, decoratively defining what exists of the space’s angles. And yet, I could hear them perfectly. On top of this distance, I was submerged in the album “Versus” by Vitaa & Slimane. Three guys, with one obviously a trainee, managed the business with nothing but the M’s on their backs and an internalization of corporate’s instructions. You know where you are, you know what they’ve got, they know that you know, and the result is a straightforward recipe.
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Drink: Cappuccino
Redeeming. That’s the one word this drink earns. I vowed to myself that I would not go to another Miss Cookies after one prior experience. But see, I’m really bad at flat out write-offs, especially when there’s potential. No, the cappuccino isn’t special. However, he asked me if I wanted it to stay or to go and then proceeded to make me a cappuccino in a tall glass and sprinkle it with cinnamon. Frankly, with the size and milk ratio, it’s a latte. Will I be complaining about it? Certainly not. On a tray it came via a nice barista. It tastes like coffee, looks like coffee, and quacks like a—wait, wrong analogy…