Cowgirls Espresso

I find it so offensive when people neglect to talk about the quality of the coffee at an espresso stand that just happens to have an attractive barista present.
My cappuccino was perfectly blended and had a terrific slight hint of nutmeg, quality coffee perfectly roasted complimented the concoction that had just right amount of foam. Really terrific!
Only focusing on the attendant is odious, chauvinistic and crass. deplorable really. Have we become that juvenile? Thankfully, Cowgirls excels at coffee.
Oh and the small waisted big casaba’ed hottie honey was very sweet.

Ahhh, another bikini barista stand — I dig these joints. The coffee here was decent — not bad, not good, just decent. The barista was chatty, nice, and fairly cute. It is kind of a hidden location and unless you know to look for it, you might drive right past. One thing I found interesting is that there is a picnic table on the walk up side — I guess for if you want to be a total creep and stare through the window while sipping your mocha???

OK, so we went here after seeing this place on The Travel Channel. Have to say, the experience was interesting. Coffee was alright (at best) and the view, well, it was good. The girl was sweet and gave us some good restaurant suggestions. If you’re in the area, try it out. How many people can say they’ve gone to a bikini coffee drive-​thru? :)

My rating this place has nothing to do with the concept (which is like, wow, really??). During rain-​pocolpse, hubby needed some coffee ASAP! Neither one of us wanted to get out of the car, and we’re already right by here…
Nina is right, these girls are not slutty — very cute and very friendly.
But as expected, the coffee sucks a big one. Sorry.
I asked hubby if he wanted to give it another try and come back on «School Girl Thursdays» (yes, they have THEME days, wow again!). He declined. But he agrees, the coffee leaves little to be desired, unlike the ladies working here.
Will I come by again? Mmm… probably not. Diva Espresso is right next door and they make a mean americano.

The morning girl is so freakin awesome! The coffee, well… i have had better, but its not un-​drinkable, and their prices are a lot more competitive than Starbucks. AND I am a woman, and all of the girls, even on bikini day, are covered enough for me. They make decent money dressing in bikinis and such, and people should not expect them to be half naked everyday, especially in the winter. Girls, you should definatley come with your boyfriends, because the women who work here are not slutty and completely charming… and pretty hot too.

Meh on the coffee, not even the whiskey we spiked it with could mask the fact that it was not that great.
Quite frankly the excuse that it is the weekend does not really fly with me when I show up to two girls that, despite the advertisement of minimal clothing, have the audacity to be wearing shirts, a sweatshirt on one of them at that! I did not drive all the way to this here coffee stand for the mediocre coffee. I came to look at boobies, as promised, and Cowgirls you did not deliver!
You did however let us spike out drinks in the parking lot while «looking the other way», give us suggestions on what would go well with our whiskey, give us a coffee card deemed Power Exchange at our request, and even allowed us to get your male helper inebriated so we could photograph him in compromising positions.
Entertaining? Sure, there was whiskey involved and I was with entertaining friends. However, even though the cow gals were awfully nice, Cowgirl did not deliver the goods as promised.

Unilocal thread drama leads to Unilocal event.
This is hard to rate… the group, the hijinks, and the happenings made it a fun time.
However, the coffee was nothing to write home about. It was good, not ruined, acceptable, better than Starbuck’s (like that’s saying much though). Mine did improve once the booze was added. I’d drink the coffee there when offered it, but probably wouldn’t ever choose it. Far too many better options around.
One girl was super friendly, chatted us up, tried to get me to take a punch card, and totally seemed clueless as to why the idea of «cute girls» and his punch card weren’t reason enough for Michael to traverse up there every single morning… hmm.
The other girl was pretty quiet, I don’t think I saw her speak (uh what?) HEARD her speak the entire time.
I wasn’t all too impressed with how they were dressed. Not themed like the other tittie coffee places around. Just «dress slutty».
However, …for «drue’d up» coffee (wink), a «man from the south» in mine and Drue’s crotch, references to why too much foam may cause Dan to call a Dr., Drue looking better in a cowgirls shirt than the girls in their own, and the sign «Tipping: not just for cows anymore» and such… it was a good time.

Since Seattle placed a moratorium on adding new strip clubs in 1988, its populace has slowly sunk to embrace darker, more perverse pleasures. Oh, I suppose it started innocent enough with experimentation with grunge music. But that’s just a gateway drug to, um, harder desires. It seemed that we had finally hit rock bottom when the news about horse sex-​clubs broke nationwide. But recent hues and cries have brought it to my attention that this has turned to something even more corrupt and depraved: baristas using sex appeal to sell coffee.
Since I happened to be in Olympia and Greenwood is virtually just around the corner, I thought I’d see this for myself. All for journalistic integrity, of course. Ignoring the fact that I’m not actually a journalist. Sooooo anyways, with 40 bucks worth of singles in my pocket, I hopped in my rented white molester van and made the trek to Seattle. Upon reaching the establishment, I was a bit surprised to see that it’s somewhat inconspicuous. Sure, there’s a sign by the road, but I was expecting police barricades and crowds of angry protesters. There must have been some nearby because as I rolled down my window I could almost hear their chants on the wind: «PUT ON SOME CLOTHES!» «EAT SOMETHING!» «RON PAUL FOR PRESIDENT!»
The drive-​thru seemed innocent enough, just a menu that seemed to be curiously mostly about coffee. I was fairly certain that I’d have to pull up to the window to get the «full» menu. I’ve seen Idiocracy, I know what goes on in coffeeshops. So I ordered a latte and asked what their «specials» were. The barista seemed a bit confused by this question and mostly told me about their uniforms. I really wasn’t listening («remember to make eye contact, her eyes are up here»), but I did note that there is apparently a «school girl Thursday». This really wasn’t going anywhere and other customers were behind me, so I left it at that. As I drove away sipping my latte (which was fine), I figured it must be a different experience after dark and vowed to try again then. Maybe on a Thursday.