Look, it's a hut in a parking lot. We're not going to pretend otherwise. Two lanes, one window, and somebody out on the asphalt taking your order before you've finished deciding. Cedar exists because people kept telling us the same thing: "we love Kuppa Joy, we just don't have time to park." Fair enough. So we brought the whole thing to the curb; same barista who's actually glad you showed up, and two La Marzoccos running in a building most people would call a shed.

Most drive-thru coffee is built for people who stopped expecting much. That's not what this is. Pull in at seven on a Tuesday with four cars ahead of you and you'll get what one guest meant by "amazingly fast even if they are busy." Because loving people was never about getting them through a door. It's about meeting them where they already are. We didn't come up with that. Jesus did.