Don't give me a specific temperature for your drink. I really don't care. If you want it hot, it will be hot. If you want it cold, guess what, it'll be cold.

It's not that hard of a concept to wrap your brain around.

I get customers every day who ask for small lattes (or whatever they're drinking) to be steamed to 180 degrees. Well, I don't give a shit. Normally drinks come at 140-160 degrees. I'll make it to about 160-170. No more. I highly, highly doubt that you'll notice the slight difference in temperature. Crayon ^[1] refutes this with:

Crayon: But Austen, I like to order my drink at a hotter temperature, that way it stays warmer for a longer period of time.
Me: Shut up, I'm on a roll here.

So, just to clarify, if you order any temperature > than 160 degrees, I will make it at 160 degrees. Period.

----------

1. This is where you get to meet Crayon. She is the second senior barista in the cafe, I being the first. She is a large contributor to the handbook, and acts as the future illustrator for any pictures that many soon accompany the posts. She also likes to insult me, which never turn out as an insult, and can juggle the finger. It's amusing. She also has two laughs, one she feigns to everybody and the other she uses to attract dogs, since they are the only thing that can hear it.