I’ve publicly proclaimed my dissatisfaction with Aixois in the past — on Facebook, at least, and generally among my close friends and those who in the past have been kind enough to listen to me complain about unimportant things like the quality of a three-dollar cup of coffee. So, it must be said: This evening, en route home, I stopped at Aixois, feeling a cup low on decent coffee.
And, lo and behold, I got the best Americano that I’ve had in a long time, right here, right now, at Aixois in Crestwood. Cheerfully and pleasantly served by a barista who went out of the way to search the “happy hour” tapas menu for a small gluten-free snack. You heard it here, folks: I’m hereby announcing that all past criticisms of Aixois were likely situational in nature, like, I was being crabby or the hostess or waitress were being human.
So, here’s to second thoughts and good cups of coffee after a long, productive work day, on a lovely, cool day in July.