An ode to Coupa Café

Editor’s Note: This article is a review and includes subjective thoughts, opinions and critiques.

Before we begin, I must admit that this is not a principled act of journalism. I love Coupa Café, plain and simple. This piece is an ode to my joy for its presence on Stanford’s campus. 

I moved to Stanford amid personal turmoil last April, mid-way through the academic year. I landed at San Jose International Airport (SJC) the night before spring quarter started and shuffled into my Rains apartment at midnight.