First of all, thank you. Thank you for clarifying your position in the gun rights debate. I appreciate transparency in my day-to-day dealings. I am not surprised. I, for one, never believed that you or Starbucks were some kind of champions of liberty. You are just out to make a profit, and that is perfectly fine. I respect your desire to stay out of the debate.
Since you have done me the honor of making your position clear, I will do the same. You see, I patronized your business for one purpose and one purpose only, to offset any potential losses you may have faced due to an anti-gun sponsored boycott of your stores. I don’t even like your coffee, honestly. I never made a scene. I didn’t even open carry although I have every legal right to do so. I didn’t even thank that barista for the inclusive policy. I did, however, take a picture of my over-priced drink and give you free advertisement.
I truly am sorry that your locations became a central point in a fight you wanted nothing to do with. I agree that Starbucks is no place for such boisterous activism.
I will respect your request not to bring firearms into your stores. Since my firearm is attached to my hip, that means that I will not enter either even though you will not do anything to stop me. You have made a polite request which I will politely honor, nothing more. Presumably, this will have no effect on your bottom line since my effort was only to offset the efforts of those you have chosen to appease. I also encourage my fellow gun owners to politely honor your request as well in whatever way they see fit.
Again, my wallet and taste buds thank you.
I mentioned it yesterday. Today you get to see it. Hubby made them last night.
Each Martini consists of one shot of espresso shaken with Svedka and garnished with…
Everything is better with bacon.
Pardon the maniacal laughter.
I’ve never liked Starbucks, and so hearing about their financial woes doesn’t exactly elicit sympathy from me. I’ve never really understood how someone could pay over 4 dollars for a cup of steamed cream with a shot of over roasted espresso staining the bottom. I suppose it is all for the image of the coffee elite. Funny thing though, I’ve never met anyone that really appreciates good coffee that actually likes Starbucks. I only see the wanna-be connoisseurs sipping out of those Styrofoam symbols of conformity. Blech!
According to their website, they use all the finest imported coffee beans. That would be great, if they didn’t roast them until they turned into something that smells far more like roof tar than that wonderful caffeinated elixir of morning coherence. They add all the frou-frou junk to it so that you don’t actually taste the coffee. I’m not kidding. Walk into one of their ubiquitous outlets and order a straight espresso. The barista will look at you with terror in her eyes. That is, once you explain to her that espresso is traditionally the central component of a cappuccino. She will then hold her breath in anticipation of you taking a sip of the unadulterated sludge.
And let me describe to you the flavor that you will experience. I assume that most of my readers have experience with a break room. Most break rooms have those Bunn-style coffee makers in them running all day. You know the ones I am talking about. You pull out the filter cup, open the pre-packaged baggie of coffee grounds, slide it into the machine, hit the button, and it begins to brew. Within just a few minutes, you have a pot of mediocre coffee. Ever notice what happens when someone leaves that little dribble in the pot and places it back on the hot burner? It makes that tar-like substance in the bottom and smells like Juan Valdez had one too many burritos. That smell is exactly like the flavor your tongue will experience. Use caution! Make sure there are no children within range of your disgusted spew.
As a bonafide coffee snob, I consider what Starbucks does to those poor beans an abomination. I come by the coffee snob title quite honestly. At our house, we order our coffee beans green from Caracolillo Coffee Mill. We roast a little at a time so as to preserve the freshness. We grind them using a burr grinder and then brew them in a fancy imported espresso machine that we didn’t pay retail for. One of these:
Mmm. Even if we had paid retail, it would be a fraction of what some people have spent on their morning status symbols lattes. I will freely admit that I do not have time every morning to perform the coffee ritual. In those cases, I drink the drip from the break room because I refuse to pay an outrageous sum of money for the swill they pass off as coffee.
I will lose no sleep over the loss of Starbucks. In fact, I may have to have an espresso martini this evening. I’ll raise my glass in toast to the downfall of the aberration.