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Overcoming Fear: TOist Buys Coffee at the Metro Theatre


We’ve never seen a soul enter or exit the Metro Theatre. It’s dusty exterior has remained the same, day in and day out, as Little Seoul passes it by uninterested. But what’s with the seventies-era instant coffee machine chained to the blue picture theatre’s facade? Do the phantoms that haunt the place really need a jolt of circa seventy sanka before watching whatever’s on offer? We’ve long been curious about the coffee machine? Did it work? And if it did, was the coffee better or worse than at Opera Coffee on the next block, where the special is cup of coffee and a maki roll?
TOist Josh accepted the dare, and TOist Sarah gave the brave guy a loonie.


The button for coffee with sugar was gamely pressed, despite its crustiness.
And the machine made an encouraging whirring sound, and spit out a cup. Alas, it was not meant to be. No coffee poured forth, and no change was proferred. Probably just as well though. TOist Josh would have had to follow through, and drink the scary concoction, though TOist Sarah would have retracted the dare, and tried to talk him out of it. And TOist Josh would have countered with ‘no, no, I 
can handle it.’ And then TOist Sarah would’ve said ‘don’t do it.’ And then TOist Josh would have slugged it. And though he would have been rushed to the ER, spitting up vintage porn coffee all the while, he still would’ve found the strength to rear his head up from the speeding gurney and declare said coffee better than Opera’s.
Plus, now we know the machine is busted.





