I’ve always enjoyed coffee, but since I ventured out to Metto, in Mt. Pleasant, I have learned to love coffee. Monday morning, I drove to the nearest coffee shop that didn’t start with S and ends with S. You know where I’m talking about. Ick. Just a few miles away from my house is Metto, an adorable coffee shop that Brandon told me had the best coffee in Charleston. I would have been skeptical of his recommendation as he was not a coffee drinker when we dated, but remembering we had tasted the wonders of Italy’s coffee in January, I figured I could trust now trust him.
After waking up with a sore throat on Monday morning, I wasn’t sure if coffee should be my beverage of choice. Until I spotted the Honey Latte on the menu. How soothing does that sound? I requested a large; thank you Metto for not using stupid terminology to describe your size options. Small, medium, large. Everyone understands that.
So my latte. Superb. Nonfat, yet creamy, sweet, with a touch of spice. All in a paper cup stamped with Metto’s precious M-shaped heart logo. It is now Thursday afternoon and I’m back for my second latte. I was so ready. I marched right up to the counter, disheveled, unwashed hair and all, and requested “that honey latte that I think has crack in it. What’s in it by the way? Is it crack?” “Honey, a little bit of vanilla, and cinnamon,” says the Manager. “And yes, crack,” adds the second Barista.
I couldn’t not blog about this. Given the free internet access, a comfy chair, and extremely friendly baristas, I felt I should stay. And I might as well order a sandwich.Turkey Cranberry Panini: Oven Gold turkey, Swiss cheese, mayo, cranberry chutney, lettuce, tomato on Tuscan bread. $7. Delicious.
For a coffee shop, Metto has a lot of food options. Breakfast items include made-from-scratch muffins, cinnamon rolls, croissants, quiche, bagels, breakfast wraps, and biscotti. And go ahead, order another latte and while you ponder the lunch menu. You can have your choice of a salad, panini, or a wrap with either chips or fresh fruit. Do not forget dessert: chocolate chip cookies, macaroons, dark chocolate brownies, pecan blondies, and whoopie pies. This place is dangerous in the best way.
As I sit here and type this, the jazz rendition of “I’m in Love with a Stripper” is playing. Nobody seems to mind, and I think I like it. This somehow reminds me that I missed my 12 o’clock spin class. Whoops. All jacked up on coffee but no pedaling for me. Is it time to try Zumba?
The barista just informed me that they’d be closed tomorrow. Poof went my coffee buzz. On a better note, I can come back Monday for double stamp day.