An Frank & Open Letter To J.CO Donuts

Dear J.CO Donuts,
Last night, I perchanced upon one of your fine outlets located in the basement of Bugis Junction. This is the one located directly below the escalator which used to be occupied by Deli France back in the day when the word ‘Seiyu’ still meant something (by this remark, you may guess my true age).
I was scheduled to watch Adam Sandler’s latest flick “You don’t mess with the Zohan” in which he plays a kindhearted Isreali counter-terrorist who dreams of cutting hair in New York, but ends up having sex with overweight grandmothers (highly recommended – the movie not the grandmother sex thing).
Since there was 40 minutes to go before the commencement of the screening, I decided that your outlet should be graced with a visit from moi, a rare and divine event.
Here is my feedback
- Why are there 2 counters? I later realized that one is for coffee and the other is for donuts. Why can’t you sell both in one counter? Does it have something to do with space-time continuum travel paradoxes that seem to infer that 2 instances of the same matter cannot occupy the same space at the same time?
- Your sales assistants gave me a hot chocolate instead of a cappuccino. Note I did not refer to them as Baristas. This is because they were too busy yapping away instead of putting some love into the highly respected art of brewing coffee.
- When I finally got my aforementioned cappuccino, it wasn’t very good. Nay, it was terrible. I’ve had better cappuccino’s in the slums of Kolkata, India (somewhere near the Hooghly district).
Lots of Love,
C. Caleb
P.S: I didn’t enjoy the complimentary glazed donuts either – them was soggy. WTF? Free crap is still crap.
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