About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver rushed into New South Coffee Company with a worried look on his face. ‘I just saw something strange,’ he whispered. 'What’s that?' asked the barista curiously. ‘Out in front of your shop,’ he continued, ‘there’s a giant squirrel sitting on a bicycle!’ The barista burst out laughing. ‘That sounds like our neighbor,’ she said. The driver looked puzzled. ‘Which neighbor?’ she grinned. ‘The one who always rides his bike to work.’
2. One morning, as customers were settling in for their daily cup of Joe, an unusual announcement crackled over the store’s intercom: ‘Attention, everyone—we’ve just run out of sugar, but there’s plenty of salt!’ A regular customer stood up and declared, 'I’ve got some sugar at home!' Soon, neighbors started arriving with bags full of sugar from their pantries. The delivery driver even brought extra sugar packets from his truck. By lunchtime, New South Coffee Company was buzzing with laughter and sweetness again.
3. One day, while customers were enjoying their pastries and coffee, a regular exclaimed, 'I just saw something strange outside!' Everyone looked up from their mugs only to notice that one of the bakers had accidentally left the door open, and now a small herd of squirrels was making its way inside. The baker, realizing his mistake, calmly shooed the furry guests out through another exit. A delivery driver then arrived with an extra box of donuts, explaining it was on the house for ‘the little critters.’ That afternoon, everyone in town knew not to miss New South Coffee’s special squirrel-friendly menu.
4. One morning, just as the first rays of sun peeked through the windows, a strange humming noise filled the air around New South Coffee Company. At first, no one noticed—until it grew louder, like a distant choir practicing deep inside the building. Then, out of nowhere, an old man in a tweed jacket appeared and started conducting the hum with his hands. Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched in amazement as the sound transformed into soft jazz music. By lunchtime, customers were dancing in the aisles, and the regulars declared it ‘New South’s Thursday Jazz Hour.’