Cafe Renee Coffee Bar

Excuse my hackneyed vocabulary — but this place downright … sucks.
After trekking though the unbelievably sweltering humidity of yesterday afternoon, I was incredibly relieved to arrive within the shaded, air-​conditioned confines of Union station.
To recover from the near-​melting experience and to dry out my sweat-​drenched lower back, I embarked upon a quest for a non-​starbucks refreshment venue. Lo and behold, I run into Café Renee, a small café on the mezzanine level which appears to have a nice selection of chilled items (although the options are not very well listed).
I approach the counter (insert dramatic music here).
«Hello, what kinds of iced tea do you have?»
«Ginger peach»
«Hm, I’m not sure if I would like the ginger flavor, would I be able to taste it?»
:Harsh Laughter: «Psh, we don’t do samples»
He looks at me for a brief moment before he extends his neck forward to take the order of the person behind me. I am rather annoyed at this point but too overheated to give up. I notice it says «regular iced tea» on the board. He continues to take orders around me like I do not exist until I chime in:
«Okay, well can I please have a plain iced tea then?»
His face immediately emits a I-​want-​to-​strangle-​you look before he erupts into «WE DON’T HAVE ICED TEA!!!»
Allll right then. That is the cue for me and my desiccated throat to leave… who’s in the mood for some starbucks?