So I tried this new place called Seven Brew and let me tell you—it’s giving everything that other overpriced coffee place wishes it could.

First of all, this place is poppin’. Like, think Chick-fil-A-level drive-thru chaos but caffeinated. And just like CFA, they’ve got folks out there with iPads taking orders! Smoothest operation I’ve ever seen that didn’t involve waffle fries.

And here’s where I nearly cried actual tears of joy: before they hand you your drink, they wipe it down with a rag. No sticky goo dripping down the side. No napkin-wrapped disaster. Just a clean, glorious cup I can hold without gluing my fingers together.

Now the drink? I got an Arnold Palmer—half green tea, half lemonade—with strawberry and peach add-ins. BOOM. Not too sweet, not too tart. Just vibes. And when I say it tastes “clear,” I mean I didn’t get that weird post-syrup throat slime situation. You know what I’m talking about—like your esophagus is wearing a sweater? Yeah, none of that. Just crisp, refreshing flavor that didn’t make me question my life choices.

Brett got an iced mocha and it was chef’s kiss. Chocolatey without being “I-just-drank-dessert,” and perfectly balanced with the coffee. No bitterness, no sugar bomb. Just solid coffee game.

100 out of 10 would recommend. Cheaper, better, faster, cleaner. Basically, if my dream barista ran a NASCAR pit stop and also really cared about my emotional well-being.