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It’s Time


It’s that time again…

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What’s Mine Is Yours Apparently


Want some?

So I’m at Starbucks minding my own business with my laptop on my lap as I’m leaning back on my chair, tilting it on an angle, with my back against the wall. I’m typing away on my laptop and I reach over to see that my drink, my Vanilla Bean Frappuccino, isn’t where it should be.

My white, frothy chilled drink has magically made its way into the mouth of this short, blonde, British girl who is wearing torn leggings under her jean skirt & has iPhone headphones in her ears.

You’re pretty. Is that my Grande in your mouth?

My drink is to my left, which is her right, while her drink is on her left. Our drinks look completely different & mine is a Grande, while hers is a Venti.

Hey I don’t mind sharing my goods, anyone that knows me knows this. I’m easy-going.

So she puts my drink down & I look at her & smile. We lock eyes & she smiles back at me for a second before she turns her attention back to her laptop. Hey I’m sure she doesn’t have Cooties or Mono, so I didn’t bother making an issue out of it.

Everything tastes better with you.

I get up & come back with a new straw & I put it in my drink. Yes, there are now 2 straws in the drink just in case she wants to act like we’re a couple & wants to continue getting to know me & my Grande. Weirder things have happened, I’ve experienced them.

She doesn’t even flinch as I do this. She doesn’t look up from her laptop. NOTHING.
Her phone vibrates & she answers it. She then shuts down her laptop while chatting away in her cute accent (what accent?). She takes her laptop & her drink as she leaves.

Let me repeat that, she takes HER laptop & HER drink as she leaves.

I watch her leave & I had to wonder, did she even realize what she had done?
Was she just trying to play it off or was she just completely absent-minded?

In the club I’d take that as an aggressive flirt, but in this case it comes off as an absent-minded “Flavor of the Week”.

Did you want something?

So here’s to me & my good taste!

What’s mine is yours. My drink, my attention & my number.

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What the Starbucks Trenta Means for the Coffee World


Few things make a coffee man shudder like the notion of a mega 31-ounce coffee. If indeed there exists a shark to jump in the coffee world, the new Trenta is the great white. In fact, the more imaginative me envisions a large black dorsal fin mounted to the coffee chain’s monster sippy-lid and a leather-clad Arthur Fonzarelli water-skiing toward it on two large stir sticks. And I don’t even dislike Starbucks or the Fonz.

Why this reaction?

Along the path of perpetually improving quality, the escape route of family-size beverages isn’t one that delivers anyone to perfection. If you’re paying for a Starbucks coffee, perfection should be expected. What went wrong with those people at the green mermaid? Instead of striving for coffee nirvana — a goal they once set for themselves — they now opt for cheap beans from places like southern China and then hawk the brew in Costco-sized containers to a public that must (one hopes) see the foolishness in ingesting this kind of volume.

In the coffee world, love them or not, Starbucks was once cool. They single-handedly blazed a new trail for the rest of us in the craft to follow. This one, however — the Trenta — will find few followers, I’m afraid. I won’t be one. Instead, tonight I’ll drink a cool 40-ounce malt beer, eat at an all-you-can-eat shrimp-and-salad bar, and mourn the loss of cool in a once-visionary company.

 

What the Starbucks Trenta Means for the Coffee World.

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