I can say with some confidence that I was the only guy at Ole Miss who rolled out of bed at a fraternity house, then pedalled to the Square to serve coffee for a living. Uptown Coffee was still called Uptown Coffee (“High Point” still sounds stupid), and I mostly worked slow weeknights and weekends.
If you’ve ever been to a really good coffee shop, you’ve probably noticed the workers fussing and obsessing over the littlest details, all geared towards making a really perfect cup of coffee that’s actually worth what you pay for it. High Point has never been that coffee shop; sorry if this offends.