I need a quick bite before I scavenge the coast for some tasty waves when I stumble upon honey girl. I’m greeted as I walk in by a tall man in safety goggles (he must be cooking the bacon).
I stand there patiently as I digest their menu. It’s basic, very basic but nonetheless sufficient. The women takes my order in a rapid for succession in a tone the leans more towards annoyance then it does “thank you for your business”. I answer all of her questions clearly and quickly without skipping a beat. I order a 12oz coffee and a breakfast sandwich, a recipe for success.
She asks “the name of your order”. I reply clearly “Austin” because that’s my name.
7 mins later I hear the tall man yelling “Spicoli” at least 3 or 4 times. I know he was talking to me but I waited… finally he says “Austin”
I swoop in to grab my bagel he says “thank you have a great day”
I gave them an extra star for that because I’m just trying to get tasty waves and get a cool buzz.
Overall coffee is average and the bagel was weirdly mushy.
3.1 stars for the food/service
4.1 stars for the funny guy
Food: 2
Service: 3
Atmosphere: 3
We stayed in Cayucos for a few days and stopped here for breakfast most mornings. The acai bowl, oatmeal, and breakfast bagel were all fantastic. My entire family loved it here!
Service
Take out
Meal type
Breakfast
Price per person
$10–20
Food: 5
Service: 5
Atmosphere: 5
Recommended dishes
Acai Bowl
CRAY-CRAY ALERT! Cute place run by an unhinged owner. I purchased a $6 small latte and sat down at one of the three tables inside in a quiet Friday around noon (long after tourist season). I was one of four customers. I needed to send a work email to start my vacation, so I pulled out my laptop and my phone to hotspot since there is NO WiFi.
Seeing me configuring my phone, the owner gruffly shouted, “Are you going to be on your phone?” I explained I just needed to send a quick email and he relied “We don’t allow people to camp here.” Camp? Five minutes and a $6 latte is camping?
I gave him back his coffee and refused his return, telling him I chalked it up to the a*%+ole tax. He followed me out to my car, berating me, and then told me I could not park on the public street in front of his shop. What gasbag bully.
Stay away. Go to the wonderful coffee shop next to the Italian restaurant further up and across the street (which also has chai and amazing baked goods.)
Service: 1
Atmosphere: 1