Casa Java

I wanted a tea and hate Starbucks tazo brand so decided to come in here with an half hour to spare before my bus. The wait staff was kind and got me my tea right away.
There were def some characters hanging around in there though which made for an interesting scene. Over all I was happy I had a place to sit and a tea to drink but I wouldn’t go out of my way to come here ever again.

I had been meaning to review Casa Java for ages but am finally getting around to it. Yes, it’s smack-​dab in the middle of yucky Port Authority but they make pretty good Americanos.

Its clear that the sales girl hates her job at Casa Java. It took her forever to ring up an order. Her math skills are so poor that her manager had to help her make change. A customer asked for napkins and she wouldn’t hand them to him — she made him walk in front of the person she was ringing upto pull them from right in front of her. She doesn’t acknowledge what you say — she rolls her eyes and slow rolls her way around the store.
The coffee is not bad, but the pastries look like they’re stale (it was 2 pm when I went) and the prices for non-​coffee items are ridiculous. The seating is awkward and dirty, and what’s with the paid internet stalls that nobody uses?
I can’t wait for the Starbucks to open two shops down.

I’m not usually at port authority, so I have no clue where to get coffee around here. You see a place named Casa Java, and you expect a somewhat decent cup of joe. Now, I know its port authority and all, but I feel like this place could have been cleaner.
I also felt like a biscotti, which I should have just passed on. Seemed like it had been there for awhile. Not sure how often they refresh them. And the coffee was just alright… but it was the only place I saw.

I agree that this place is deteriorating. I keep coming back, hoping they got better, but they haven’t. Right now I’m sipping a terribly diluted ice coffee from Casa Java that tastes more like vaguely bitter murky water than coffee. Not that I have high hopes or iced coffee anywhere anyway. Their hot coffee is about the same as their iced version. When passing through Port Authority and you need a caffine fix, just suck it up and go without because Casa «Java» isn’t worth it.

On a humid spring day, I had to stop in for one of their smoothies. I went for the Pina Colada Smoothie. It tasted like a piña colada that was concocted from powder. I’ve had a better piña colada, however this one wasn’t atrocious by any means. I was tempted to waltz into a liquor store to pick up a small bottle of rum to add to this smoothie.

The deterioration of this once fabled coffee institution is as disheartening as finding out girls don’t really pillow fight in their underwear.
They started out so well, luring me in with their blueberry scones and motor diesel java. Then.…
The cups began to leak.
So what, right? A little cup leakage never killed anyone. «I’ll survive.» I thought. Then.. .
The prices went up from already extravagant askings. So what, right? It’s not like I’m disgusted by my ATM receipt on a daily basis — eh hem.
Then.. .
They hired workers that consistently could not make a normal cup of coffee. It’s coffee people! Brew. Pour. Ring — repeat.
The final straw was the prices going up again. It’s a shame, really.
If you ever go, say hello to Cassie — she’s the one redeeming quality of this fall from grace.