Column Five

I came to this internet café and there really wasn’t any proper signage displaying it was the Column Five Internet café. So after walking around for 45 minutes and asking people where the Interet café was and receiving blank stares and shrugged shoulders (one girl even told me that was the worst pick up line she’s ever heard) — I finally came across a young man smoking a cigarette and he happily pointed me to the café after my little escapade.
All across the well-​designed room were plants and plenty of natural sunlight. It seemed fairly busy and many people were focused on their internet time. I was offered a free beer upon walking in and began to have a conversation with some locals who were sitting at a table outside the main room. I had such stimulating conversations with some fairly good looking women and men, that I totally lost interest in checking my email and letting my family in Sweden know I was still alive. I finished my beer and walked out feeling a lot better than when I walked in.
It seems the connection is strong in there even though I never experienced it through fiber-​optics. Thanks Column Five!

German people are fond of this café.

Yup. 5 for Five.

Could use faster wifi but it was cool that they had the Oregon game on. Pizza took awhile but the beer was cold. Once the air conditioner kicked in we decided to stick around for a bit longer and had another beer.

First off, let me say that I tried a sample of their product from a friend and I must say that I was blown away with the quality of their products, so I came in with the most optimistic outlook.
Now onto the experience. First off, the pricing was astronomical! I looked at the bill and asked why it was so pricy, they relied, «It’s the ambiance.» One, I didn’t order that crap in the first place, secondly, they should have warned me about that, right?
Next, like a Starbucks from 2008, they charge you for internet. If people are going to charge for internet, it might as well be fast, right? What’s next? Pay toilets?
Lastly, there was some weird lady that kept telling me to «hurry up and buy.» If I wanted to be rushed like that, I’d go to a liquor store somewhere in South Central.
Like I said, the only thing that saves them from a one-​star review is their phenomenal products and the quality of them. Many different goers will say, the product is what attracts them and the experience is what brings them back, for this location it’s in a bizzaro warp where their product is so damn overwhelmingly awesome, I can’t help but want to return.
Sidebar: There’s a typical hippie guy that roams around barefoot and strokes his goatee, don’t be afraid of him. He may be awkward but he’ll stop bothering you once you roll a quarter down the street.