How does coffee come across my wire two times in one day?
Back when I was a latte sipping liberal coffee shop know it all, I thought about coffee all the time. Who made the best mochas?, who had the best espresso?, and who had the best location for inane debate?; these questions weighed heavily on my mind. Having moonlighted as a barista in two coffee serving establishments, I considered myself something of an expert on coffee. African coffees went best with honey, South American coffees went best with sugar, rum is the best lightener - though whiskey will do just fine.
Now that I am older and have less time to spend at coffee shops, my mornings consist of a desperate search for dark water into which I can pour half and half and sugar, so that my eyes might pry themselves open in time for work. With this change has come a sort of impatience for latte sippers (liberal and otherwise).
I applauded Bill Maher's new rule: "The more complicated the coffee order, the bigger the ass#$%#!"
What I'm sayin' is, I used to really worry about Starbucks Coffee, those evil corporate mavens of something I held so dear. Now I just kinda laugh. If I can't get my Community Coffee from New Orleans or my Altamaha Mud from St Simons, Folgers does just fine. Hell, Eight o'Clock Bean smells great at eight in the morning.
So imagine my surprise, as I'm sweeping the wires and I come across not just one, but two, stories of Starbucks goofiness in one day. We'll file one under New Orleans and one under General.
Again, I can't help but laugh. Starbucks: the McDonalds of the coffee world. Ha!