The Missus reports the guy behind her today at Starbucks ordered his "usual" - six shots of espresso with "a little bit of ice."
Petition to try to convince Starbucks to close the Starbucks on Centre Street in Newton Center instead of the one in the Union Street train station:
Mr. Shultz, please be advised that I will NEVER spend a dollar at the Center Street location, nor any other Starbucks for that matter. There is a Peets Coffee and Tea location in Newton Center as well, and they will be getting my daily business going forward if you proceed with this closing. ...
Via The Missus, who writes people go to Starbucks for the ambiance, not the awful coffee and stale pastry.
At least, when it comes to Starbucks outlets.
Cosmo Catalano explains why the Starbucks on Church Street in Harvard Square sucks while the one on Newbury Street in the Back Bay between Dartmouth and Exeter is just divine. It's all in the baristas they hire.
Theresa has enough of "corporate coffee" and so tries out locally owned shops in Newtonville.
That shutdown yesterday? Starbucks used the time to introduce its workers to its new guarantee (customers who find their coffee less than perfect can return it and a barista "will make it right") and to announce it's going back to its old policy of pouring espresso into shot glasses before pouring that into the paper cups customers get.
Could somebody notify Associated Press that that's all we really needed to know, rather than the the Epic of Gilgamesh it brewed up?
I suspect your reaction to Endangered Coffee's report will depend on whether you have a kid:
All in all, the incident ended badly, although it could have been much worse. I had to talk Mrs. EC from running back into the Starbucks with her dark roast and my cappuccino and dumping them on the floor. I had to convince her that there was such a crime as creating a disturbance that could have conceivably led to her, me and [Baby] EC ending up in the slammer. As it was, the incident ended with the Mrs. calling a Starbucks employee a f#@$@%! b%^&$ as we headed out the door and me lugging [Baby] EC behind her, yelling that I was going to let him piss in their cappuccino machine. ...
Jimbo has the (dark roasted) scoop.
On a blog called Boston Food & Whine, you'd expect a good whine from time to time. Tammy unleashes today on the Starbucks out by the Dedham Mall, which puts the "suck" in "Starsucks," apparently:
... Another issue is more often than not, there is residual coffee under the lip of the lid, so that when I grab the cup from the drive-thru window, it inevitably drips all over my clothing. ANNOYING... How hard is it to put a dome lid on a cold cup that is too full???
The Missus gets right to the point:
... What the hell is wrong with you people? ...
Actually, she uses some choicer words to roast them, and provides photographic proof of their suckatude.
The Metropolitan Princess rates four different Starbucks:
... I have squeezed my way into Dartmouth Street, been ignored at Copley, waited for an insane 15 minutes at Boylston, and been run over with a gym bag in Newbury. All in all it was worth it to find the best and ensure a better start to my day. ...
Sure, laugh all you want about brown-tinged swill or 17 sugahs or trans fats or that smirking Joker lookalike known as Rachael Ray, at least I never have to worry about being sneered at by some barista with an overendowed sense of importance who so cows me that I vow to get what he wants me to next time, that is, if I can ever summon up the courage to step foot in his store again.
... "Here's your ICED venti americano," he says, with a look of revulsion. ...
Cognitive dissonance at the corner of Dartmouth and Stuart streets.
Tim Jarrett learns that trying to fly out of Logan the week school lets out sucks because of all those leisure travelers. But he reports on an even bigger problem:
... [T]hey have moved the Starbucks out of the United side of Terminal C. And put a Dunkin' Donuts in its place. Now, I'm as Bostonian as the next transplant from Virginia, but if I wanted to drink dishwater flavored with corn syrup and soy powder, I'd order that. Instead, when I order coffee, I want it black and strong. I guess I'll have to wait until I land in Chicago.
Miss Von Schtoop reveals the location of the Boston Starbucks where people go to pretend to work when they can't bear to tell their spouses/SOs that they are no longer gainfully employed:
... I couldn't stop staring. There were deals being made on the sidewalk out front, folks with complicated looking blueteeth contraptions clapped to their ears, job interviews being conducted in comfy chairs, lots of keyboard keys being poked at urgently. ...