This is only vaguely bordering on food and/or making it gezellig, but I am not a Starbucks drinker. Not because I’m any sort of anti-corporation, fuck-the-man-and-his-coffee type. Truth is, I’m cheap and I think their coffee is kinda bitter and nasty.
While my mother-in-law was in town, I took her to my favorite public bathroom: the Marriott in Times Square. (Seriously. The lobby is on the 8th floor and they have really cool glass elevators — entertainment AND a hygienic place to pee? You can’t offer me better than that.) In this Marriott, on the first and eighth floors, is a Starbucks. We went in, looking for a place to sit for a while, and while we were deciding, we were offered a free sample of their eggnog frappuccino — a word I hate, but I’m still not going to turn down free.
We drank it, and it was… delightful. So, we each stepped up and ordered an eggnog latte, which was even better than the frappawhatever was: creamy like eggnog, without being too phlegmy, and a nice nutmeg note to it.
At this point, my life turned into one of those old-style movie montages: me walking down the middle of the screen with green Starbucks logos, the inescapable red Starbucks ads, and empty coffee cups floating past, coupled with dramatic music and my voice eerily intoning tall eggnog latte, please… and a peppermint mocha… gingerbread… something… and maybe wrapping it up with a barista cackling evilly until he’s drowned out by the hiss of billowing steam.
In short, I got a monkey on my back and it goes by the name Seasonal Starbucks Coffee Drinks. Everyday, right around 3:30pm, I start thinking, hmm, a coffee would really do me good right now. I went to Target under the guise of buying cat food and evaporated milk, but really, the whole trip there, I was thinking, should I get coffee now? or after Target? I really want it now, but I really want to sit down and enjoy it, but I REALLY WANT IT NOW.
January cannot come soon enough.