I’ve been pretty vocal that Sheridan needs another place to hang out. Our only non-Starbucks coffee shop that isn’t a drive-by shack closes before most people get off work.
But this isn’t what I had in mind….
I haven’t been inside. I’m scared to.
The idea of “relaxing” with a supercharged stimulant is funny enough…but the idea of being able to do so surrounded by bibles is something else entirely.
Reminds me of the name of the church on the Indian reservation where one can get cheap cigarettes: “Breath of Life.” Those guys sure have a sense of humor!