Even if Starbucks weren't such a bunch of fucking gangsters to the people that grow the beans, I wouldn't drink their horrible product.
Some years back I was desperate for a coffee while waiting for a train, so I walked into a Starbucks and paid something like 3 quid for a cup. After about 5 minutes wait, I got handed a huge layer of sickly sweet foam, with a very warm layer of chalky espresso underneath. I used a spoon to dig past the foam, but couldn't stomach the coffee underneath. Coffee is still supposed to be served hot, right?
I went back to the counter, and said "could I have a hot one please? This one isn't hot." The woman at the counter tutted, and made me another exactly the same, slamming the cups and machinery around as she did.
Still not hot. So I asked for my money back. Had to run for my train, with sticky sweet foam sitting like a warm ball of hamster bedding in the pit of my stomach, disgusted and still without a cuppa.
I've asked my partner and friends about it, and they all have had similar experiences. I walk past these well-decorated, inviting-looking corporate coffee chain shops every day, and wonder what the attraction is: don't people remember how bad the product was last time? Is it the smart atmosphere in these places that makes people want to come back, so they can be seen in the window, reading a novel?
Lately I see that the US practice of making the portions bigger and bigger has now arrived in the UK: you're now encouraged to buy these giant fuck-off troughs of coffee, by being presented with smaller ones priced only a little lower, to make you think that it's "better value" to buy a whole bucket of Advanced Coffee Substitute under a mattress of warm plastic sugarcoated foam.
No thanks. I'd rather have an arrow through my neck then drink Scumbucks.
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11.05.2004 19:57
Some years back I was desperate for a coffee while waiting for a train, so I walked into a Starbucks and paid something like 3 quid for a cup. After about 5 minutes wait, I got handed a huge layer of sickly sweet foam, with a very warm layer of chalky espresso underneath. I used a spoon to dig past the foam, but couldn't stomach the coffee underneath. Coffee is still supposed to be served hot, right?
I went back to the counter, and said "could I have a hot one please? This one isn't hot." The woman at the counter tutted, and made me another exactly the same, slamming the cups and machinery around as she did.
Still not hot. So I asked for my money back. Had to run for my train, with sticky sweet foam sitting like a warm ball of hamster bedding in the pit of my stomach, disgusted and still without a cuppa.
I've asked my partner and friends about it, and they all have had similar experiences. I walk past these well-decorated, inviting-looking corporate coffee chain shops every day, and wonder what the attraction is: don't people remember how bad the product was last time? Is it the smart atmosphere in these places that makes people want to come back, so they can be seen in the window, reading a novel?
Lately I see that the US practice of making the portions bigger and bigger has now arrived in the UK: you're now encouraged to buy these giant fuck-off troughs of coffee, by being presented with smaller ones priced only a little lower, to make you think that it's "better value" to buy a whole bucket of Advanced Coffee Substitute under a mattress of warm plastic sugarcoated foam.
No thanks. I'd rather have an arrow through my neck then drink Scumbucks.
Mark